Under the lambert sky I stand tall
Lachrymose mien is mourning of the grief
Leaves of autumn my faded smile
My lenient senses slowly resign
I follow the emerald verdure
Roaming like a boat in an ocean
A sheen from the sidereal sky
Forms of vagueness dancing in my head
Bringing to light the secrets of the life
If I've ever known despair of melancholy
If I've ever known the weakness of mine
Light a candle made of grief
Drink wine till feeling glee
Obfuscate the view of night
Dream the velvet lain on ground
As for the nights I dream
I see the blackness of solitude
And as for the nights I dream
I see the pain
I get moudlin by pathetic eclogues
All the moors I lay on embellish my day
Leconical nature the pleam of my way
Forsaking the dolour and the sombre night