Some years pa**ed An awful shine in Ares still resists Tessalia, in weeping, esteems your children (that still scream in despair in the black river Cocito ) Quavering of the branches is not heard Nor the roar of the leaves if sees As it's impious Notus that doesn't spread (the drops scarlets that remained to the dew) A soul is crying The silence to lay down her in their arms A dream is inside of the hill The pain is strong as steel The iniquity is still in the air Horsemen executioner dances in the flames I can feel the happiness of those malicious That they smiled to each dropped blood Was livid the look of childhood In the liquid vital human Today it remains a single star Incautious, protecting of the last rose whispers... A sweet and sad glance Emptiness and hardly ever present She reflects the gra** to her side Destroyed by the breathing of Etna The tremor of chaos still alive Taciturn; clamors the voice of fear Only the ancestry of rose Keeps the shadow of new world Alone in the Belona's garden Veiling withered seeds A frozen funeral where the cry is the smile of relief Some years pa**ed The dark sky greets the new station A fine rain, where rays don't transpose The car sun nor usurps the Aurora's veil The past buries memories Where nobody can arrive The future expelled imaginary lines where, Atropos, will never be able to find A bird flies until me and says: The end of blue sphere approaches to every new day