Gloria [English translation]

Gloria

you are missing in the air,

you are missing to one hand

which works slow,

you are missing to this mouth

which doesn't touch food any more,

it is always this story

that I call her Gloria.

Gloria on your hips

the morning rises and the sun,

hatred enters, love comes out,

of the name Gloria.

Gloria you are missing in the air,

you are missing like the salt,

I miss you more than the sun

melt this snow

which stifles my breast

I wait for you Gloria,

Gloria church in the countryside

water in the desert

I let my heart be opened

run away without creating (?) a gossip

about the work of your bed

about the steps of an altar

I wait for you Gloria.

Gloria, by whom the day waits

and instead of sleeping

with a changed memory,

it has a touch of poppies

in a free land

by whom the fog breathes

by whom the rage breathes

by me who without Gloria

with you naked on the sofa

tinkers stars out of paperboard

thinking of Gloria.