Icy wind is blowing between my lips
wine went sour, froze in my mouth
together with water in the caves of eternity.
... thousands of transparent stalactites ...
i can't see why they resound with love songs
full of perversity
and i don't know why under their glance
i always find so much despair.
i must enter the womb deeper
before its heart is frozen.
i must find the elemental furnace,
to sacrifice to its limpid fire
and to go up in flames.
i must feel the force
as once in a premonition of bloodshed,
otherwise we will burn out like sparks
shot into the depths of night.