Nonsense is carrying a cosmogenic print There are more sides than the stories told Broken dreams abandoned to sarcasm Widow of deceit made up with reality's eyeliner
Eager to hear my voice you face yourself Absolute makes the body frail and sweet
I'm not a counterweight to desire Not even the smallest star in your winter sky
Though my shadow is probably dark From all memories, From all souvenirs...
Eager to hear my voice you face yourself Absolute makes the body frail and sweet
You separate me from my essence Denying I'm yours I am your Aenima
Eager to hear my voice you face yourself Absolute makes the body frail and sweet
There are no more answers When questions are obsolete I am your Aenima I am your Aenima...