There is something very dark
The shadow of which can't be turned around
To diffuse some light, what is this thing at last
Whose sound has been muted and repressed?
Attracted to the color red
Some dim
Some intimately deep corner
You're not much loved
Under the light
One war
Was one too many war
One war
The one that killed his soul
He runs closer and closer
To the wood, [Incomprehensible] for your love
And although well and in flux
He teaches no one [Incomprehensible]
Chance crushes
The deeper bones
So what, you are a monster
But I'm part woman
Rid yourself of me
Your case needs opening up
Look inside, feel what needs to be felt
There are choices you can make
The humble ones of the poet
The player
He cannot sleep at night
The player
Whose soul was killed in war