And all my existence in vain

This one is the half-light in which you have died,
From the abyss you constructed, the everlasting penury

Your that, always you were regretting about
Read credit agonizing of the maple
On the deprived fog
Close to this rotten oak the temple is watched to the
Suffering

The moribund lines fall apart in your hands
On water the ancient shade is reflected
And in the depth of the forest the existence hides
Itself

On the dawn the hills of the suffering flow
And your steps sound emptiness

You listen the music of the rot,
The brooks of the existence are poisoned
The melancholy transition of the crops is observed from
This hill
There is listened the existence and the vagueness of
Life

And there remains the feeling of the disenchantment,
Spirit of the pain buried in discouragement

The rain dies in the outside,
Sound of the loneliness...
Know where these thoughts lead,
Cross the paths of the unknown
But the infinity does not serve as refuge

Agonizing ocean of the spirituality,
In the deepest of the infinity
You observe the beauty of the gravely injured cedar,
The immense weight of the death, valley of the ruin
And materializes the banality of the human thought

The dreams of the past are diluted
In the ashes bloodstained of a solitary oak
You come to this land across the suffering
Close to the high trees of the forgotten mountain

The lineage of the dismembered trees makes it's way
And searches in the forest
In the forest's doubt

The bitter farewell of the rain
The blind sadness in the lost path

The cold dead age assembles
The meaning of my life and of my death

The lineage of the dismembered trees makes it's way
And searches in the forest's doubt

Agonizing voice of the forgotten paradise

Former stagnant dreams blind
Magician of the secret places
Crazy hollow and absence