Every night, embraced by ephemeral scarlet feasts
At the age of 14, still a lost child
Even unfamiliar words and falsely adorned necklaces
Begin to speak of someone’s sorrow in the painting on the wall
Afraid of it being stolen
Forgetting to receive
Beautiful days coming to an end
Struck by October rain, closing my eyes, at that moment
What will I obtain?
Tell me, Marie
Every night, in the forest of rings, blown by that wind
Spinning the tale of 12, dreaming
Clutching each other as if clinging, even in calmness or confusion
Begin to speak of the past brilliance in the painting on the wall
Bound in a lovely sky
Torn apart on this earth
Extinguishing light, beloved days
Sitting on a adorned chair, in those arms shaking off
What will I obtain?
Tell me, Marie
Crossing over the boundaries discarded to connect
Is the white dress I shed still crying?
Afraid of being stolen
Forgetting to receive
Beautiful days coming to an end
Struck by October rain, closing my eyes, at that moment
What will I obtain?
Tell me, Marie