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Why do you need my sorrowing? 
Why is it that you need my rain? 
Long time ago they said they’d bring 
Me sun; but you will wait in vain. 
Why do you need my fragile dreams, 
My mad amusements? they are all 
Just mirage crystal chimes, the themes 
And frets of my insufferable soul; 
My sting, caressing each caress, 
My venom, sweet and merciless, 
I’d flee it all, but you, I guess, 
Are somehow happy with all this. 


Over the earth a pair of wings one day 
Soared in search of an angel under heaven;
It was chance those wings to him were given 
And it was chance that they were ripped away. 

Time slid by without the slightest mercy, 
Merciless its punishments and their toll, 
That was how the body lost its soul 
Once trusting it to those who are unworthy. 

In the black flock the white one’s out of place;
It’s hard through blackthorn to ascend the sky;
So if you can be born an angel, try 
To die an angel, with an angel’s grace. 

A pair of wings, lost by someone, soar 
And lose their way where clouds in towers climb; 
I was that angel, once upon a time 
Perhaps; but they know nothing of me more. 


I try to keep warm from that moment 
Once more for that touch I’m in torment 
Touch of the miracle fate granted me 
To dissolve me within its embraces 
To soar and to crash, as the case is, 
Catch it glancing, or held in a sigh, 
Drink it down to the last tear in the eye; 
There’ll be those say she godlessly sins 
And by madness she wins 
Applause, with her eyes too bold. 

Not for me to know or to hear 
Better cast off my raiment, appear 
On a sky-soaring cross that I rear;
Here I’m no saint 
Nor a pesterer 
Of men,
 just a 


I will tell you of that deep resounding ocean 
Where I swam upon the wave’s white foam;
I will tell you of the grief-enscarred emotion 
When I couldn’t love you, couldn’t love you home. 
I will tell you of the vastnesses of heaven 
Where a cloud was made to tumble over earth 
Where I cast away the common rules we’re given 
Where a dream of you miraculously had birth 
I will tell you of that distant starry brightness, 
The white one; unique; merciless. 


Forgive me opening your door, forgive that action, 
Without a knock or noise, I entered your home ground; 
I lit in you an ardour, yet I cooled my passion 
Whatever I’ve been searching for, I’ve never found; 
Forgive me that I trusted you and knew no shame 
Forgive me charming you with boldness aptly tuned 
Forgive me that for now and ever I became 
Upon your soul an ever-to-be-weeping wound; 
Forgive me for the laughter, the tears flowing in streams 
And for sincerity that you could not accept 
Forgive me O my darling for the rosy dreams 
Forgive me that you’ve never understood me yet; 
Forgive me all that’s now and happened ere before 
That followed accidentally and cannot bind me 
For having opened once upon a time your door ...... 
Yet now I turn away and slam it shut behind me.  

Passing you brushed and touched my swarthy skin 
Can’t your palm now forget the warmth it found within? 
Forgive me that; look on my shoulder, know 
That it is there your candle likes to glow. 


Was the sky not in abundance ….
Was the sea so very shallow …?

Did I really hide my wings
From your accidental fires?
Just your hunger satisfied,
Hiding well my soul so daring
From my innermost desires.

With the sun did I not lave
From your feet the very dust
And all yesterdays efface?
Did I ask that you should chase
Every moonbeam to its grave?

Was I then the senseless squall
Whirling in your sleeping chest
Like a daring miracle?

Down from my rebellious height
I fell, a sinful angel,
Another’s soul to light;
You are silent; I don’t hear
How you begged to dry each tear
On a dress of perfect white
And be perfumed by an umber
Skin’s scent; recall the summer?
Was the light not in abundance?