She's not here, I'm losing her more and more
In a honorable circle scratched by oblivion
Oh, supple imagery of water, living illusion
when the stone of sight comes to be her face.
Give me strength to love chastely,
oh you day which began sadly. There hides
pain without an echo and a word without a reply.
Oh, give me strength above rough forces.
Give me resemblance to dream of, while a nightmare
is pricking my forehead and blooming on the table.
She's the part of a sleeping landscape,
Mixed with the wind while it's silent in a shine.
I drain out the future from a cruel pain
Which dreams of summer blood and hell in heaven.
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