Oh, I can see you're afraid.
Don't...

one last kiss. freedom awaits,
the gates won't lay open for long...

Look !
we're alone,
so alone, the sunrise seems
by the shadow of our hour, stoned,

no one knows...
my blood won't bite yours,
my blood bows to your god,
goddess...

hey, our story isn't sad
yet,
another sunrise,
another misplaced sunrise
on the naked shoulders of death,

we'll be remembered,
we'll be remembered...

your statue of gold... ambered...

by the remains of a word
your embrace
developing taste
awaiting bored, the passing of the green,

our steps rushing into each other,
one, two, three...
a flight, dragonfly on a feather,
bumblebee on a scythe,

the dawn,
passing thunder...
a stain on a cloud postponed
under…

oh, the morning kisses me on the chin
as you,
New York girl, Dubai, Paris and Dublin,
seem yet unreachable...