Like an Eoalian harp I shiver the wind
In every drop is smack of pain
Day by day aven more deep
Penetrate by vagancy gloomy vanity
I throw myself into the waves
Life by life
In vain bloody j**el streams in veins
When soul pains in vacanty of time
I hear song of mute birds
Song in valley of vanity
I dream dead flowers dreams
Dreams in valley of vanity
I couldn't escape
Merger of cells
Imprisoned in utero
I don't percieve a space
Without true pa**ion
Penetrate through vacancy of vanity
To leam the birds to fly
To kiss their dying wings
To cut the flowers off for beauty
Like an Eoalian harp I shiver in the wind
Broken in my solitude
All is more vanity.