Nocturne attacks shake the consciousness.
I don’t know where or why, but my stomach doesn’t relax.
Between pleasure and pain the lip’s bleeding,
I now feel all that life that I didn’t have jet.
A design left incomplete,
Like those experiences gone and never tested again.
I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.
From the window the night watches me.
Thinking again of all I’ve sew on my skin,
Of all my desires and my obstinacy.
Why do I still think about it? It’s only a problem of form.
I wanted to decide the future I knew,
Now I only try to understand how the past has been.
I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.
If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.
Through this darkness I’ve considered,
And founded the direction that no one ever indicated me.
Radical and aristocratic the detach.
It was me to undertake that road, and I know how much solitaire is,
But I don’t want to go back,
And once lost I’m not going to ask nobody to hold out a hand.
Slowly I’m forgetting the colors.
To force the line of some phrase now elapsed,
There has been always time enough.
From the isolation created from some useless conviction,
I’ve turned somewhere else the glance.
But always, in the half-light I find myself at last.
I didn’t want to come back in time,
I would have preferred to disappear.
If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.
The stare captured among the shadows,
Confuses the real with everything that the mind throws up.
I fill the eyes with old light,
To wing away, where I’ve never been,
Where I don’t have no more dreams, or desires.
This night comforts me, I’m grateful to her once more.
If there wasn’t the dark on the bed,
If there wasn’t this reflex,
If there wasn’t the warmth to the stomach,
If there wasn’t the complete loss,
If there wasn’t the loneliness,
This night wouldn’t be so beautiful.
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