Let’s love each other,
Tomorrow we will be executed by shooting.
Don’t try to understand why,
Don’t try to understand for what.
We will slip on the night moisture
And on the slippery shadows that twinkle
Casting disturbing trace
On the golden stain.
Stand, stand in the doorway,
As a copper sculpture,
As a bronze crucifix,
Stand, stand in the doorway.
There was a time when I was a king
And you were a queen
But shadow lay on a string,
And the string broke.
And nothing is left for us
From the saint side,
Except for the last love
And the golden stain.
Stand, stand in the doorway,
As a copper sculpture,
As a bronze crucifix,
Stand, stand in the doorway.