The Horizons under my balcony

Are bearing the superior lights of the city

Where nobody sleeps

This place where metals and bones

Concrete and blood were mixed

To erect a sanctuary for all

Bad and good this planet remembered

On purpose all born naturally

Are equipped with both rectipetality and self-hatred

In this compact universe several

Techniques are extraordinarily important

For those who want to live and to die

Settled Red Green Blue

Are the colours of breathe mechanics

And every breath is a prayer

And every breath is vital

Morose asphalt made of souls of those

Who coddled the Earth till the comet's arrival

Is a firm jacket for the lawbook

And every law is a legacy

And every law is deadly

My eyes are becoming upturned binoculars

And Now things around are frustrated

Naked houses drunken street lamps

Pained prophets are going mad

Beating down the sun

Waiting for it's reverse

And against a background of all these

We are the lost scenery

Set up for making cheap resurrections

Every time our minds and hearts awake

Oblivion is the word the horizons under my balcony whisper

Wobbling the moon rises at the top of the hill

This world is over

This world begins