Everywhere I see these faces. Through the mirror-like surface they watch I peer into my reflection often Dead forms aspects trying to catch All of them are staying under water Embody reincarnated Smiling in tranquility on bottom The emerge then hurry fade.
Look! How air and delicate the life is And how high the souls of dead Now I wear Guede mask on my face I stretch out for you my hands
Just come closer to my violet essence Open wider sewed up eyes Soon you’ll have to cross conditional fence Life and Death to realize.