The green perfume of the life that borns again in spite of all, Transpires from the creatures of the Earth, Spreads in my viscera Collapsed by the void of your death. Sufferance and joy Pain and movement Whirl together in the may lit up by the sun. The light is black in your eyes, No mistery, no hell, no paradise Just a fire that extinguish itself. Entropy . . . entropy … a chemical joke The matter back to itself: DEATH!
Useless mournings, cries of love that you can’t hear And outside there’s life that bantering smiles As the Woman no hero dare to face, Proud of her uncontainable violence, Waits with calm to snatch another warrior. Chilly wind on her long dresses Steals the agreement’s glance to the murderous God, Beyond the eternal abyss warm anguish. The generous sun can do nothing against the Black Alliance, God and Death from the throne laugh amused. Nature is their accomplice, The Man and the living are the puppets That foolishly toss themselves about on their theater. No life is waiting for you, You’re alone, a puppet with broken strings which can no longer amuse. The light is black in your eyes. The warmth of may is far away.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
