I'm freezing thinking about the tranquility of the slumbering world
In your slow fall
You are so close, and I smell you like ether
Dreaming of a complete submersion
And you cannot forbid me
A starry trail of the utterly fading moments flows
You cannot forbid me
One more breath, it may be the last one
The fish tank is broken, and the fishes
Lie on the floor among the splinters
Tremble the constellations of mercurial balls
Now it won't be long for us
And you cannot forbid me
There is a snowstorm outside, and so fly the priceless moments
You cannot forbid me
A short moment of love, it may be the last one
Limp, sick, wilting flowers
Die before the frozen window
Foreboding the fall of another star
I touch you in my sleep
And you cannot forbid me
When above the slumbering world rage vortexes of destruction
You cannot forbid me
Because each moment of love may be the last one.