I. SHY WHILE YOUNG
with sparkling dew.
The sky is clear...
The call I hear.
We shall go through.
Yet, be true".
of harps and wings...
Is on my skin...
One day you'll flare.
beloved and shy...
II. THE THUNDERSTORM
See how windy disgrace rules the city tonight
With its feverish feux d’artifice!
There is nowhere to run; there is no place to hide
For a one single moment of bliss.
Rainy waterfalls stream down, denuding the sins
Of the pitiful Paradise Lost…
In the river, the whirlpool is born, and its spins
Go from fever to muteness and frost.
We were born here tonight, all alone on the bridge;
Driving lights seem to spit out our souls.
And we slide through the darkness and rain, and the sky
Seems to tell us we’ll never get old.
We’ll go on; look, we are barely touching the ground.
I invite you to prayer and feast!
Celebrating our youth, we have got no more doubts
That the glow always chases the mist.
We’ll abandon ourselves in the splendor and lust,
And the new day will dawn at our feet.
Far away from despair and decline and disgust,
From the city that suffers and bleeds.
Let the orchestra play ‘till the drummers go deaf,
Let us sing ‘till our voices grow weak!
For there’s nothing but life, never followed by death,
And there’s nothing but heart that can speak…
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