Inspiration/ by the world/ of whom I talked Your hands emit/ the - black light Droping a trail/ of transparent pearls The Muse dances/ and leaves - the skies Behind me/ there's a long string of candles Lifeless and steeped/ in choises - and - cries The wind blows/ in the labyrinth/ of the night While Orpheus turns back/ Eurydice dies.. Don't stop your steps along the path Don't look at those extinguished lamps Shiver of your past Shadow in your art Don't stop your steps along the path Don't look at those extinguished lamps Shiver/ of your past Shadow in your art Stretch out your arm/ and receive the signs If Orpheus turns back/ Eurydice dies.. Let me live in the dark of a wingbeat Dense fog - bank - swept by the wind Still idea united to your blood Reflection/ of flame/ inside... the living source