Leftovers-with eng translationΥπνοβατώντας σε δρόμους ανώφελουςτο κορίτσι, με την βροχή στα μάτια,πάνω σε τοίχους, με τα δάχτυλαζωγραφίζει την θλίψηΞάφνου στον μονόχρωμο καμβά τηςκόκκινα λουλούδια ανθίζουνΗ σκέψη εκρύγ&
Worse of two EvilsWhy settle for a Hellwhen I can have Madnessbrought by the hand of aBlasphemyHug me tightlytill this bodyshattersand I'll give youmy soulon the crack of my lipsNever ask for a Godif I can forever tastebitter Sin dressed in wounds of the fleshTrade my Devilfor the sweet scentof a Screamrolling off the hollowsof your eyesCrows in a golden cageTear me apartI'll pierce you deeplyThere will never bea Desire as sinfulas the one drowningin a kiss
Society: EntertainmentI will be a Paintersplashing words on an empty canvasI 'll give them false miracles.I will be a Singerletting lies roll off my lips, like pearlsI'll feed the swines illusions.I will be a Dancerswaying for the sake of entertainmentI'll dance until this body rots away.I will be Divinestanding under a mechanical sunI'll sell them my soul to feed off.I will be an ArtistI'll create entire worldsif only I can make them see me.Really?So what happens when the artist is just as fakeas his creations?
Petals in the windA boy of seven springssleeps peacefullyamong the petals in the windUnder the gaze of the Gods, he dreamswith stories of the brave warriorsand the gentle summer raincarved on the old trunkas lullabiesUnder an endless moonlit skycherry blossoms of the ancient treescattered, they reach for the starscarrying a child's wishes..
the wishI've seen Rainbowsbleeding coloursand citieswhere it never snowsIn such a happy settingwhyare the palms I reach out toso indifferent?"Let's pretend we're full of Light"...Different fingerswhispering different talespainfully slashingthese broken,outstretchedarmsAnd in the dream, I dream.And in the dream I am alonein a delicate Blackflowers of whitedance.Cruelly beautifulAnd the Breath is white..And the senses are numb..Forever swayingin the melody ofSilence..in lovelyNothingness..Forever singingof a broken heart,of a broken mindto the bright hopesslowly fallingsoftly sighingpilling on the ground,all around...I would grow accustomedto the wish of a gentle, cold sun The wish...finallyI can cry my shame away.
We'll have the Night instead..Hanging Starson thirsty Skies,the handpicked Dreamsbasking in the Moonlight.Living swayingly,like dancingon the surface of a Midnight skyas insects kiss the Water Lilies.Mesmerized by the Lightemitted by Dreamers,we witnessthe Universe unfold before us.We're offered the Sunby the hands of Reality.We, cats, will have the Nightinstead..
enjoy the rideSomewhere o Clock screams:"Tragedy"Tastethe sweetness ofDespairlike cake servedin a rotting Tea PartySpiralingthe Illusions explodetriggered by self inflictedGuiltAgainst the Reflection in an empty mindI only remember this emotionNailing on our masksso our colours will leakInhale the addicting scentof MaliceYellow roses dressed inRed thornsMetaphors of the EmotionSanity's drowningintoxicated, insanecraving one more lickof the Painful Wonderland If you hate me so muchfor the masochist I amAt least allow me to sufferin the many shades ofDesire...Now what did you gainreading a disturbing entryof a demented mind?
the Night of the FirefliesIt was only himand a reflectionon the surface of the lakeThe Night of the FirefliesAs he sat amongthe starsthe boy with a dreamer's eyesSwallowed the firefliesto keep this memoryburning inside himfor he never felt happier.
The Girl with the ParasolThe girl with the parasolis walking along a sea of fireleaving wet footprints in the sunsetthe proof of her daydreamingon a beachsoon to be carried awayby the tidesunder Heavens that bleedthe different coloursof loveshe twirls playfullyenamoured by the sun's burninggaze as he watchesAnd humming a lullabyfor the moon to comeshe disappearswithin the starry sky