The darkness spreads up to being contaminated
on these sheets forever damned,
she who drew light of the shades
she will never be happy...

Bogeys of the free hours
they sleep on this dead sun
we touch the soul of all of them
in this existence, unable to continue.
Incomprehensible life at sight and to the reason
he keeps your compassion after the resplendence
i, under a placid sleep
i shelter when the soft winds blow
i shelter for everything what i know.

Tomorrow I will be able to keep on rising
to the desire of the sleep that it recovers...
the agony of your experiences
Will it be that this sadness is never ending?

Some days will be given the grace of these skies
forever to support
together with this dead flame
the power to turn everything into dust...