...and kissed the fairytale-land with pride

under the trees of lust

the leaves pure shadows on me

which shelter me from the darkness

which I was

I hold the dreams, within my arms

thrash the earth, within my tears

and heal my wounds in meadows of light

forgotten in the drowning land

now I leave my wishes

but love conquers all...

and every angel needs a tear to laugh

calling the fall

trust me, I am your lunacy

embolded, enthroned so it's a king for a while

but gloominess it sends so gentle

the gestures of the gist

ingrowing taste of dreams

infatuate my gift, now it becomes light

inexact but clear