I want my pockets full
And blood and iron and sand in my veins
Gold and heresy
Deep red, oblique symmetry
And a ship orients the bow
On the high seas to liberate
Aristocratic
Western Falsehood
Where the fantasy comes
An immovable point of melancholy
Absolutely mutable
Reinforced concrete, velvet texture
And the planet asks for her
for her life, a bit banished
Aristocratic
Fragment without gravity
For you, Venetian lagoon
For you, Transylvanian night
For you, a true caress
In the car of one night's time
For you, Aegean half moon
For you, European syndrome
For your, unfinished dream
Mid-sky that you may touch with a finger
Today I go to booming
Between true and false, between Cain and Abel
Boundary of unconsciousness
Soft cold grid of innocence
And a breath of nostalgia
In the air it explodes, and an echo is heard
Aristocratic
Dull city noise
Aristocratic, aristocratic
For you, forbidden lotus flower
For you, lantern of the unknown
For you, orgy of perfumes
My story that goes off in the lights
For you, jade mask
For you, street holography
For you, woolen wad
The fear of a quiet weekend
For you,
For you,
For you,
For you