Deep inside the forest, over a humidity mantle,
sitting close together, I'm contemplating you, I'm hearing you talking.
While you are painting the night of carmine to me,
you point out the sky, which opens to you.
Suddenly, I look and I tremble because you're no longer here.
Among dark clouds, the wind will take you.
Through the sky, witches of dawn are crossing.
I feel a shudder, your glance is jet black.
You escaped among blows of bellows and howling fires.
You go, what will become of me?
Slumber, half sleep, uncertainty, where are you?
I wait for your signs, to know that you will return.
Touch me with the tips of your fingers.
I feel your presence, sky god, there you are.
Lying on the ground, I look at myself in your eyes.
Flying witch of between-winds and deadbolts,
of storm and wind, you fly over me,
and for an instant, your glance is dark.
Dawns of capsizing, earthly detachment.
Encounters in the sky that stun me, let me get away.
Intertwinings that are harassing my weakness.
My stars swirl, I want to be where you be.
I feel how that spirit that I was once, now is crumbling.
I feel how that spirit that I was once, now is crumbling.