I passed your shock…

  And returned to cycle around the noria like an ox

  I scatter pain as a hope… in order to repeate it in my loneliest

  I think about an illusion named "the coming days"

  Is that all what remains… under the cluster of galaxies?

  A memory of a name I write it by jewelry…

  And memories died in old modernity

  Hey "the love"… you are the secret of the life

  From where I can bring a love that becomes my medicine

  From where I can found a street with no memory

  From where I can bring a day of my old empty days

  Imaginary better flies were flying around me…

  Love better flies burned by my fire

  Field flower were scattering around me…

  From where I can find a flower that ends my misery

  From where I can find a single love day to smell…

  Then after that… I accept to disappear

  Hey "traveling dreams"… by ships to far cities

  I say good bye then hold my story…

  Then introvert the ink on my tears

  I say goodbye while I am missing you...

  What will I do when you go away and forget my pain

  This is a day for imaginary to suicide…

  In streets unknown to me

  This is a day that beauty becomes…

  A demand that will not be rejected

  This is a day that I rise against life…

  To paint by my hand the rest of my life

  To clamber mountains that I asceticism them…

  And to walk streets I left behind

  This a day in which I will rise against you…

  And build from peeler the rest of me

  Despite the wind… I will not bend

  Despite the love… I'll kill my heart and end my love