الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
It hurts to watch my mind limber
When the hex cannot be reached
Where can I atone?
The ache leaches and grows
I look through unconscious eyes
Down from the pillar
I am God in my dreams
Beautiful in the mirror of sleep
Blocking the window of divine
Devoid of liven quality
Whose breath is artificial nature
The nest is emptied
