Is it to die my night ?
Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness,
Today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested.
Is it to die my night ?
The endless time consumes me like a rustle.
When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away.
Now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness.
Is it to die my night ?
The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away...
When I find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss.
This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep.
Is it to die my night ?
To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away...
1 | Zelia |
2 | La Lira Di Apollo |
3 | Aperlae |
4 | Histrionia |
5 | Rocking Chair Of Dreams |
6 | Aigues Mortes |
7 | Mundus Est Jocundum (Carmina Burana) |
8 | The Tale Of The Crying Fireflies |
9 | Hydra Hyali |
10 | Belle Jolande |