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