I am conjuring you thus
Oh! Fever of love...
Fate's dark water,
Knave of hearts and liquor
And little blades on the Scorpio moon.
I am conjuring you thus
In my immense loneliness;
As I die over the affection
That no one wants to give me...
Oh, love!
The heart of coldness
Broke on my lips...
(As I am) lost in a brothel
Filled with flesh, dreams and slum poverty,
I am slowly sinking behind you
In infinity...
Oh, love!
The heart of coldness
Broke in my lips...
I wish I could revive
And reveal the secrets of the sea
While I realize how insignificant I am
Lost amidst infinity...