[00:09.910]Among the trees holding her out my hands
[00:30.550]“What about a walk?”
[00:36.030]I avoid the sharp splinters of her sweet shattered gaze
[00:54.420]Step by step into the labyrinths of doubt
[01:04.510]Every shelter – a trap
[01:10.410]While distresses I witness – the twilight of my heart
[01:19.920]You spread around drops of light
[01:29.950]Unaware of the rustle of invisible syllables:
[01:42.150]“You will not get out of eternal peace!”
[01:56.150]And the virgin blade kisses, freeing your white throat
[02:11.400]No pain, I’m quite sure
[02:18.410]She feels no pain – the voice still throbs:
[02:25.120]“Each man kills the thing he loves!”