Opium is the flower of laziness
until I become a mere
existence
The milky billowing smoke slowly
spreading the flavor of the
universe
He who does nothing, fears nothing
and from earth you'll know the celestial
A dark right to the delight
Will it be a dream or will it be a lie?
(Refrain)
The most trivial things
become fundamental
breaking the molds of fate
Like a stirring wind without
sustenance
Open wide and listen to my song
(Verso 1)
Withdrawn into a burrow
like a hunted animal
Under the effect of the opium poppy
and the weight of my eyelashes
(Refrain)
(Waltz:)
Splinters of air
Indecipherable mystery
In the garden of my delights
I belong to the breeze
I inhale the mist
that floats in the Ganges
The oil of incense
will serve as our consolation