Icy wind is blowing between my lips Wine went sour, froze in my mouth Together with water in the caves of eternity. ... Thousands of transparent stalactites ... I can't see why they resound with love songs Full of perversity And I don't know why under their glance I always find so much despair. I must enter the womb deeper Before its heart is frozen. I must find the elemental furnace, To sacrifice to its limpid fire And to go up in flames. I must feel the force As once in a premonition of bloodshed, Otherwise we will burn out like sparks Shot into the depths of night.