I throw an orange
Towards the dead star
When the angel awakens in
My poor body
I tear the stones
From the thick walls
Of the earth tomb where
You threw me

I climb with great difficulty
By the paths
That queens take
The assassins
In this universe of ashes
Where love does not exist
Sometimes I pray to my angel
Hey, don't forget me

Every day
Nostalgia gnaws at us
Without return
We drift
Deprived of turn by turn

I fear so much the breath
Of time on me
I knew his mouth
In the beyond
Make my soul a branch
Of my body a slope
But God soothes the angel
The fallen angel

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