Conspirators In Pajamas Who Exchange

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.

The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of A Day Nourished With Our Sad Blood.

The Ardent Hymn That Unites Peoples.

Perhaps The Earth Can Teach Us As When Everything Seems Dead And Later Proves To Be Alive

I Got Lost In The Night, Without The Light Of Your Eyelids, And When The Night Surrounded Me I Was Born Again: I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.