Each one of the falling seconds
Comes back to sever the ligament
Before the minutes melt completely
The sweethearts will turn to diamonds
When the suns get soaked up with
The lovers' magnetism
It is the inquisitors who fear
The arrival of new feelings
If the metamorphic suns
Burn with all their yokels, too
We will turn our microscopical joys
Into diamond fortresses
For they will become our armors
To dazzle the dissidents
For us, they will make the walls which
Hold captive the feelings fall down
I will lay down on the shore
What I have left of living love
Before people raise their eyes
We will leave on the ocean
When the suns go out
Between the bodies of two lovers
It's happiness which is bleeding,
A lily between its teeth