The throat nailed with a cry
I advance in the cold
On the banks of the dry
Lake.
Frozen blood in my veins
My chapped lips
Are an open wound
On the banks of the dry lake
Frozen blood in my veins
The day dreaming, they wonder
They wonder here
As they wonder in your dreams
His face is like
A confused feeling in the memory
Of a few forgotten men .
His smile, a fleeting bitterness.
His lips, the traces of a breath,
On the lips of a dead man,
And everything
Vibrates in the profuse light
The watchmen
The dark erases it forever.
And everything
Vibrates in the profuse light
Somewhere buried.
the dark erases it forever.
Sun, is false
We used to live under the shining glow
Of the stars and the moon,
But when the sun appeared
It burned us.
In the cold
It's better in the cold
You were shaking, sometimes
Then you turned your face to me as if you too knew,
And your gaze never let go,
Never let go from me.
The day dreaming, they wonder
They wonder here
As they wonder in your dreams
The throat nailed with a cry
I advance in the cold
On the banks of the dry
Lake.
Frozen blood in my veins
My chapped lips
Are an open wound
On the banks of the dry lake
Frozen blood in my veins
In the distance,
Observed by the shadows of the mountains.
""Fear the monsters,
This twilight hour is their true land.
But I fear nothing: you are benevolent,
Are indifferent, there
In the blue glow of dawn.
In the blue glow of dawn.