Bloody Sunset کے بول

After a dawn weakened by my melancholy after a sad covered by the threatening clouds the sunset sheds its sorrow on the fields like a river which takes its spring in the marshes of war or close to the ocean with the multiple blood reflections There where the sun sinks and dies I run on the hills but the red spere escapes once again ! So the colour of joy disappears sorrow comes towards me Just a small door is opened in the immensity of the heavy skies which lets in at last some rays of dim light But this lone door closes alas ! Hunting thus the slightest hope and on my trickling face the bloody god leaves slowly each tears of my life flows at night in my melancholy