Ancient Remorse (II)
Invaders descend from heavens like angels
and I give all,
but they don't stop coming,
I often have restless nights...
Looking at the stars behind the tall trees,
I sleep in the wreck of the day,
and something falls from my eyes,
shattering on the floor, like marbles...
I get up, and feel tempted to walk
on the broken pieces...
I want to dance, in solemn darkness,
on the tune of an unbearable pain...
My heart beats, and my feet bleed
as I begin...
Weighing the sky all night
with my arms up,
who do I summon?
What do I desire?
I don't know...
I don't want to know!