I could cry until the sun rises
But will I survive the night?
I could gather the tears until the sun dies
But when will the wind come that dries my eyes?
Or should I bleed the endless oceans?
I could paint the moon with my blood
But will I survive another day?
I could give my sick soul to the Earth
But when will the remedy come against my apocalypse
Or should I survive a war between my mind and heart?
Oh pouring rain
Purify my fleshless skin
And all the lives that once died within me just let them to live again
Oh mud under my feet
Bury me within your empty shades
And all the souls that once died within me just let them to rise again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem