The mist, like a wet cloak, ebraced his sight
he was watching the mirror, but saw no light

His naked bird had escaped from his loving grip
flying deeper and deeper into the wild jungle
grieved he became, tried to catch its tale
but in vain, free it was, in his boundless mind

His beloved came and wanted love
but impotent he was
and turned over to the other side

But who am I narrating ?
I am just a mad man entrusted with a heavy mission
burried alive in my passion
surrounded on all sides
I can’t find a way out
to enter my inside…
…I have to clear the mirror and see the reflected light…

To soar for your beloved…
…you have to feel the night !

To see your beloved…
…you have to crush your might !

To adore your beloved…
…you have to enter the tavern…
…grab a cup of wine…
…and intoxiate your entire life !