A city, in a morning dusk
lies as a deceased monster
above it a dark sky
heavy, infinite
suburbs haven't for a long time
bathed in the sun
in the mist of morning walk
those who have deceased a thousand times
Kerto:
life never dies
under a frosty ground
a seed rests, sleeps under ground
until the sun shines again
I rest my head on your lap
let me stay here
Forever in yearning
finding comfort
Kerto