taste taste my bitter dreams the emotions which spring from a dark sea full of sins and cold thoughts feel feel my aura now embracing your purity it s the call to your innocence my friend breath breath my only wish it is hiding form your eyes red it s color like the one of passion burn burn my dead soul blow the ashes in the wind let the night to spread it s veils one more time see see the clouds of misery approach taking the shape of your fears and the sun again is fading burning every faith i had for for your beliefs for your holy dreams of immortal happines and the moon again is rising lighting my dark thougths of hate tears running from the idol cannot satisfy the dead i gaze at the ceiling plasterwork the meanders draw me in their dance my happiness i think would be a matter of height oh humble art that lacks pretension how much too late i admit your teaching embossed dream i shall come to you in vertical fashion  