Icy wind is blowing between my lips   Wine went sour, froze in my mouth    Together with water in the caves of eternity.    ... Thousands of transparent stalactites ...    I can't see why they resound with love songs    Full of perversity    And I don't know why under their glance    I always find so much despair.    I must enter the womb deeper    Before its heart is frozen.    I must find the elemental furnace,    To sacrifice to its limpid fire    And to go up in flames.    I must feel the force    As once in a premonition of bloodshed,    Otherwise we will burn out like sparks    Shot into the depths of night.