I look at the stars over me In a thin air and scorching wind Night falls on earth, the dark comes down On flocks of dark and motionless birds Theres no cry and theres no noise Which can break this stunned silence I sit now at the side of this lake Im watching the clear and cool water The sun is dead by now It brings the past time that Comes back and flies away In a sad summer night When I touched the sky It opened another world and then I kissed the wet and sweet lips Of young and virgin lives I dreamed of a world, a world now lost An oniric strange desire Every smile and every cut on me Every knife fostered my spirit
oniric, fostered, every, stunned, come