I am living wherever my soul takes me,Without a compass in the air and as if among clouds.I bury the judgment suffering in every cell,In the dream my own self takes my wings.
Every night I see the same dream,Waking from the dream is the same, like a refrain.In the shudder of skin without dying,The lord of the soul comes in an unconscious shape.
High above the darkness there is always light,I have built a house on another planet.Castles under construction in the same place,A roof of fate, a sheet of wounds wraps me.
My breath roars inside my chestI feel razor-blade cuts, something slices meEvery night the same dream comes to meA castle under construction, luckless in life!
