Those who won't walk towards death
Those who fall alseep in harbours
Qualities of strange eternals
Someday, they will fold away their wings
Two by two, they will sink
From down under, their feet banging
To gouge out the eyes, the pupils
Inside the great marbles paradise
Those who fall asleep on the beauty
Those who, their cheeks smeared with lipstick,
Forget to show their skin
Forget to mold their hair
And even despite the sadness
Of the great looks which hurt them
In the middle of a marble's glass
The boys miss the girls
Those who rang the bells
Those who make the Belle Epoque come back to life
Forget to patch up the dress
Forget to mold ther hair
Farewell to you, jealous women
You, who I would have made my wives
Your mouths and your eyes ripped apart
By dispossessed lovers
You, who are leaving on the Atlantic
Towards the favoured suns of Africa
You who, with always frozen hands,
Leave behind the deadly caresses
Death to all of you, jealous men
You, who are killed by wolves
Your mouths and your eyes ripped apart
By dispossessed lovers
I will go to the marble paradise
To burn the three thousand memories
Of girls too beautiful and too tall
That I wouldn't ever have stolen
Even despite the sadness
Of the great looks which hurt me
My hands stuck, I will sink
Into the great marbles paradise
In the marble paradise
The men are skirts
The pains are tinted
With lace and laughter
Despite the other's hand
Which is too similar
Of the colour of the daffodil
My eyes are shining