Waiting for the grace of the blood moon to be announced, that its light apparel me with her leather;
Meanwhile, I’m in shame in guard as the sun drowns in the elbow of tangerine sea.
It’s time to call them,
wake me up from the coma when they sing for me,
there are no chains that bind them,
sing for these bodies that were discovered face to face;
Those bodies that are called, over and over again, again, again…
Write my name on the sand and blow,
let the particles mumble in the wind until reach the city,
tell me, where he is thinking of me;
what beautiful they’re with their spectacular shine,
boys fall in love with their blink,
they get excited to watch them pass because only on fire nights allow them to dance.
Dancing and singing without stopping,
get drunk to that old sea,
let his mystery be hear, that with his voice I can adorn me.
Listen my love, I dream you and I live you because I still love you;
I’m the breath of the kisses that you give him,
I’m the rain that you pour out when I’m not, I’m the soul that reincarnates in your rituals of love;
but to my regret today I live in the ruins of your goodbye,
that goodbye that I turned into my palace where I keep dreaming of you on fire nights, that is my greatest sin.
Muses don’t stop singing and undress before the morning,
I’m still here before the insult of truth confesses;
my love for you doesn’t die even if it is a scam, it’s not my fault it’s my heart that is still broken and doesn’t stop lying to me that you are still here, here.