Black vultures guide the unyielding wind, through the land of onerous duties. Its wrath inflates the weathered sails still rising over the broken mast. Land of onerous duties, where the memory of humans is the echo of my suffering soul. There... Death is the only one whose promises remain fulfilled... and the nests where vows once perched have been destroyed...
Do not spoil the nests where the vows perch!
Frighten, devour the babies. Dead babies.
Tighten the ropes so you don't hear her crying!
Dry harbor the waiting
And the pier a stone heart
There where love grinds.< br/>We have arrived. The lava of my
anger forms the commission of a murder
And paints a sunset in the sky.
Like this one that finds Liebhafer naked,
after her last act of love...
/>The air of vengeance breaks the mast.
The one on which the betrayed sheets rise, soaked in the
sweat of men. Of the people who were once in love.
Of the people who were once in love...
Tied to the mast I scream, can you hear me?
[English translation:]
Don't ruin the nests where oaths perch.
They frighten, they devour the babies. Dead babies.
Hold on to the ropes, not to hear their cry!
Waiting is a waterless harbor
And the pier is a stony heart
where love sharpens.
Here we are. The lava of my
fury molds a murder
and draws a sunset in the sky.
Like the one which finds the lovers naked
after their last intercourse...
The vengeful wind breaks the mast.
The one which hoists the betrayed sheets
Drenched in the sweat of people once in love.
People once in love...
Tied to the mast, I shout, can you hear me?

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