Its time to go, its time to leave, its time to
pass you,
its time to be born again, its time to die again, its too
late to say
this last word,
its not the last time to cry, the last
moments
with the enemys
affection for the sympathy of my comrade
in the Red Sea, hatred,
my most silent drown,
I am a doll, which horror game
, I am the bride of famine, which is
my ancestry, like the birth of a catastrophe, I am cold, simple
, and broken, my old mirror is cold, simple, and broken,
I
am with Stranger lights and flowers
with my intimate dust, I
stay under the stone onslaught
of rubble, resentment
for not being a plaything, this is the
last game, its time, its time to go, its time to
leave you, its time to pass you
(in another performance of the same song, the following paragraph was added): I
am a doll, which horror game,
I am the bride of famine, which is my ancestry,
who is cold like the birth of a catastrophe,
which is not as calm as an accident
* Under the whip of winter,
the historical hatred of my stone
that is captive to this
icy sunset Im pale
*
I stay under the onslaught of rubble, resentment
for not being a toy, its the last game, its time, its time to go, its time to
leave, its time to leave you, its time to get past you.
