Earth seems to me a sterile promontory My arms are burst for I have embraced the clouds In the depths of sky blaze My consumed eyes just see memories of the sun In vain I tried to find purpose of this land I feel like my wings are broken
Through the dark I escape
Hear my pray see my pain Burnt by love of beauty, I honor the sublime Take my hand, night walking Give my name to this abyss, Who might be my grave
Be wise and stand quiet, demanded evening For others concern, for you a peace