"And plight will change my perspective
In a putrid awakening, oh morning clouds...
All my thoughts are turning into dreams
Like the dream of Faust (A landscape)
In a nightmare descending to reality
I can't awake from this dream
Divine beauty takes me away
They carry me to the funeral
Of love, lost in a sleep, a sleep
Sleep of eternity, into eternity
Pleasant is this journey, where I am...
Still, I can't dream myself to reality
And, slowly, I follow the (l)anguish itself
To the graves of tomorrow..."