Three Blood drops over the soil

If I ,from the life, could rip one wish
It’d be just this breeze,
this warmth that wrap us
a glint of the dusk over our heads,
to shine forever in your eyes
Oh, deaf god that forsake us!
Take this breath that kills my hesitation
Creator of the life, the light and poets;
grant me serenity, and
one world, one soul, one mind
Where I can fit in

This weary look; these rotten eyes
My rinky-dink voice
And its bastard days,
Those endless nights
And its demons:
All of me stood in awe,
devise my heart

Your hands, healing my bones,
mending my life.