Something beautiful is rising over the hills and blowing up And I want it all or nothing else Give me one more chance, one second to prove that I’m glad to live in this world And then I’ll be separated in two parts In the hopeless day and tired night I will be blessed by the light of the rays In the permanent darkness of my present days ... and night
Will become a day...I won’t see it tomorrow but anyway now
There’s no reason for the sliding of my feeling out of me It smells like milk or water From the dust and ash, with the speed of sound that breaks everything, what it gets I will be separeted