Wait a moment, the fevers will be singing within me,
Tiny groans will be heard, terribly subtle,
In the heights of the brain, from the holes of the heart...
It is a time of fracture.
Keep away from me!
Do not look at me.
I am awfully beautiful.
You will be blinded...

With bare tears,
Where the light shivers,
It shines and falls
Into the depths of the breast,
My face weeps
With eyes looking in.

Mystery of beauty,
Your victim is siphoning water from your oasis,
And is blooming, succumbing within you.

Now I remember what it is:
It is what I dislike and what I die for,
While my memory, a forest felled by the storms
of self-recovery,
Has torn me to pieces...

Close the doors and windows.
Keep the children away so that they don't see.
The fevers have begun, I am shaking.
I am awfully beautiful in this sphinx-like act,
With angelic blood in my veins.
I endure sharp pains.
Keep away!
You will be blinded!
Mystery of beauty,
Your victim siphoned water from your oasis,
And has bloomed and succumbed within you...