paint the landscapes on your naked body Giving them the shape and soul with my tongue With the dye of my blood, of milliards of shades Watered by your sweat and seasoned with the velvet of pain A little face of the moon is rolling along the diamond string Are you? Or maybe you appear as a phantom in the shadow of the night So that I could think in the morning that the fantasies play tricks on me The days become longer, so does the night When you appear in my life They run faster and faster Is this the sign that I will forget you soon The wind spins the long stories About the humans and their unreal reveries About neverending pain and non-cicatrised wounds In crowns of the trees, in the moaning wind, The birds tear out their hearts Loneliness is the kind of d**h So I'm dead Let us pray for the sun's eclipse Let us pray for the sun going out...