The road is dust and gravel
and trampled down soil
and it draws gray smudges
into the hair.
It has a jewel made of stellar tracks
fasten together by rocks
and pappus ** of desire made of wings of Pegasus ***
It has a jewel made of stellar tracks
fasten together by rocks
and pappus of desire made of wings of Pegasus.
The road is a whip,
it is bad, like a woman of the streets,
with tags in the hand and girded by tinfoil ****
And her eyes are burning with lust when throwing
two fragile petals of red gladiola towards the unknown fate.
And her eyes are burning with lust when throwing
two fragile petals of red gladiola towards the unknown fate.
Sergeant, the sand is white like arms of Daniela [female name].
Wait for a moment!
My eyes caught a sight
of that terrible and distant moment of oblivion.
Seargant! They will wave with their hand and we will be sacrificed.
Morituri Te Salutant
Morituri Te Salutant
I followed the path,
where people writhe on the ground
and the wings of pidgeons are stirring up the sand.
And the sound of cannons played to my march [of a soldier],
which provides reassurance
and stirs up pappi ** that are to be killed.
And the sound of cannons played to my march [of a soldier],
which provides reassurance
and stirs up pappi that are to be killed.
The road is tar and dust
and trampled down soil.
A brass bee ***** from the werewolf,
this rusty serum is my brother
and hundred years old dirt
and terribly huge white clouds.
The rusty serum is my brother
and hundred years old dirt
and terribly huge white clouds.
Sergeant, the sand is white like arms of Daniela.
Wait for a moment!
My eyes caught a sight
of that terrible and distant moment of oblivion.
Seargant! They will wave with their hand and we will be sacrificed
Morituri Te Salutant
Morituri Te Salutant