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Taste, Taste my bitter dreams, |
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The emotions which spring from |
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A dark sea full of sins |
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And cold thoughts |
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Feel, Feel my aura now |
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Embracing your purity |
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It' s the call |
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To your innocence my friend |
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Breath, Breath my only wish |
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It is hiding form your eyes |
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Red it's color, |
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Like the one of passion |
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Burn, Burn my dead soul, |
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Blow the ashes in the wind |
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Let the night to spread |
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It's veils one more time |
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See, See the clouds of misery approach |
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Taking the shape of your fears |
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And the sun again is fading |
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Burning every faith |
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I had for |
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For your beliefs, for your holy |
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Dreams of immortal happines |
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And the moon again is rising |
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Lighting my dark thougths of hate |
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Tears running from the idol, |
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Cannot satisfy the dead "I gaze at the ceiling plasterwork The meanders draw me in their dance My happiness, I think, would be A matter of height Oh humble art that lacks pretension, How much too late I admit your teaching! Embossed dream, I shall come to you In vertical fashion" [Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis] [translation by Kimon Friar] |
