What a flavor, what a drunkenness this shine
the eyes before get blind by the darkness
and achy weepings from the bluff
give to death a bad look.
How I am passing away, and melting alone
I am gasping, I am jumping in the gloom
what a silent, dying alone
me and the light.
Where am I, how thousands eyes look at me
where am I, without a light, only screams
where are the Gods who forgive
my legs don�t clench me.
My soulless body I am cuddling
I am holding my arm with my arm
when I don�t feel nothing I scream
isn�t alive my couple.
UNDER THE VOLCANO
I left my heart in Oachaka
I know that soon or later I will vanish
Yvonne, far away from you I can�t take a breath
but I will choose how I will smash up.
I am panting into the gloom
like an embryo without a breath
kisses and breaths every night
are taking my life away.
I leave always devoid like a ghost in the hoarfrost
and the sorrow rolls like a very hot sand in my body
you are going only to count the dashes at the sill
and I will be reposed, one rainy day.
Fiery eyes are looking at me
figures which are dropping shadows
in the roads where we walking
the memory with whole of wounds.
Under the volcano, I melt like lava
I have no future, neither a past
I have no mescaline in my cellar
and every day is the day of the dead
and every day is the day of the dead.
Music - Lyrics: Diafana Krina
