Todesengel. The Fall of Life

Dead cities.

Me inside me.

Spring's coming from you

in this solitude.

Lost in the true of death.

Sands.

Icy Miami Cyborgs

Icy Miami Cyborgs,

Inside, inside...

These men without my eyes,

they don't know, they don't know.

The warm wind's calling from the sea.

Waters in which I'm drifting.

Golden desertical beachs.

Eternal love, eternal cry.

I see the windows,

I see Uranie hotel from the inside,

old chairs on the edge of the wall of shadows,

and all that I love...

Dad is dead in my arms,

and so, all each others..

Mother!

The trees rebirth around him

how can I explain it to myself..?

Lights of life, lights of life

so near to me,

one step again, only one in your rain;

laying on the sand..

Rain's falling on his body.

There's a point in that immensity,

in the obscure ocean.

And now Miami is dead,

Wet sands... wet sands...

I walk down a cemetery

at the edge of the wind.

A dusty brown raincoat

maybe grey.

A sanctuary with scraped walls...

Dried nests forever empty.

I walk along the place

of the inexistent depressing eyes.

Destroyed domes,

the carelessness of my house.

Master of ruins.

Only of them can I sing the praises

for the great splendour of death.

Death's angels...

Breath of wind.

Lamb of God.

Springtime sends its watering sun into these bounded lands,

from windows nobody is looking through anymore.

Nobody. No more. Nobody is here any longer

Gathering left memories,

Wandering among the sick fields at sunset...

And the last money spent for pictures...

and crying,

while the air turns into pink

and the daisy remains in your hands so small

not even beautiful.

You live far away from human beings

and from time to time you appear

among them.

I decided to go back

Where I started,

To end.

It was cold, like now.

Many disappeared.

No doubt, a terrible love.

We longed for life,

After hopeless and gloomy years.

Now the phantoms are back,

slowly they waver in this sea,

Ethereal, princelike, soft, chilly.

(La fin).