Ashamed I rise from the unholy ground To fly beyond the frontiers of sound I slowly sink into infinity So I can rise again as poetry They fly so high that they touch the sky They are the ones who walk the Sun... They make the clouds bring the rain And let the Moon rise again My demons fly... They hang there, on the vault of my soul As mellow fruits on branches of a tree I pick them up as words of blasphemy My demons turn them into poetry