Like an Eoalian harp I shiver the wind In every drop is smack of pain Day by day aven more deep Penetrate by vagancy gloomy vanity I throw myself into the waves Life by life In vain bloody j**el streams in veins When soul pains in vacanty of time I hear song of mute birds Song in valley of vanity I dream dead flowers dreams Dreams in valley of vanity I couldn't escape Merger of cells Imprisoned in utero I don't percieve a space Without true pa**ion Penetrate through vacancy of vanity To leam the birds to fly To kiss their dying wings To cut the flowers off for beauty Like an Eoalian harp I shiver in the wind Broken in my solitude All is more vanity.