The sun sets and my pains rise.
When the venomous tongue glides in and out,
I feel like a lost baby.
As I see you sitting by the pitiless sea,
The more you hurt me, the more I love you.
My heart is so tiny,
There is no space for hatred.
When you slash up the pipes,
When the night fills up all the tiniest corners of the land.
And the indolent and shaky shadows move in
Way way up in the sky
The shining contest starts among the stars.