This uncertain motion will end with the sun
I feel the movement of the South in my heart.
The little noon mocks in the stone,
Sparks which will brighten
The star system of my bloodstream.
And until then, let everything happen because of songs.
We don't need another comfort,
That continuance is mocking the threat of some black and poisonous juice,
No, this journey won't end with poison.
Some universe will create us again.
Even if it has to speak the right word with a blind face and a dark heart,
In the stone sleeps the little sun which will brighten us.
Do you hear the star system of my bloodstream?
I repeat: some universe will create us again
Even with a blind face and a dark heart until the sun speaks
Above the threat of some black and poisonous juice.
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