In the vapor of sleep I hear a prayer from the star:“I will come this evening, leave the door open!”I am afraid you will not know these suffering eyes,In the shattered little mirrors scattered all around.
With my skeleton by my side I swim in silence,The festive flame licks at the chrome sky,With curled lashes and a white shirt I wait in delight,The notes rustle the melody of a soul worn thin.
With an open door I wait, come to me tonight, my love,Hand in hand let us leave, let us pour out like honey,Let us play like the wind with the tips of our fingers,Let us caress to the rhythm of the wind’s beating wings.
I have left the door open, I wait even if I fade away,So you may drink the milk of the soul, and quench your thirst.
