caddy_caddy
12-05-2012, 09:42 AM
Keep dancing Bertha,
under a sandboxtree,
and let the earth shake under your fooststeps.
Dance, You, Fire Bird
and burn your dark fear.
Keep singing Zombi,
let the melody of your sorrow tell them the truth;
the lullaby of the underworld where the black sun has been buried.
There is only one face Bertha, but too many shadows.
The Emerald drop on the destiny's face will last forever,
everything else will fade one day.
Hold your candles Bertha,
and lit the dark world;
teach them how to love,
for no one taught them so.
Be one with the green sky , the red sea, the rain drop, and the morning dew;
for they think they could only be two,
Black and White , poor and rich, East and West, day and night.
Keep smiling Cockroach,
the mirror-glass is deceiving you.
Don't say " die and watch me die"
don't say " A Dieu"
The Mad world has for long been thirsty for the bull's blood;
so, let them taste.
The mourning orchids, the ginger lilies, the roses, Jasmines, and the honeysuckle
all one ,shimmering colour;
all one, secret smell;
all one, hide your beauty from the empty eyes.
No one could rub of your name Antoinette,
so keep dancing,
keep singing,
keep smiling,
for the sound of eternity will reverberate your name in the vast nothingness,
in the black hollow of silence.
untill the Divine open his eyes, one day , and hears.
under a sandboxtree,
and let the earth shake under your fooststeps.
Dance, You, Fire Bird
and burn your dark fear.
Keep singing Zombi,
let the melody of your sorrow tell them the truth;
the lullaby of the underworld where the black sun has been buried.
There is only one face Bertha, but too many shadows.
The Emerald drop on the destiny's face will last forever,
everything else will fade one day.
Hold your candles Bertha,
and lit the dark world;
teach them how to love,
for no one taught them so.
Be one with the green sky , the red sea, the rain drop, and the morning dew;
for they think they could only be two,
Black and White , poor and rich, East and West, day and night.
Keep smiling Cockroach,
the mirror-glass is deceiving you.
Don't say " die and watch me die"
don't say " A Dieu"
The Mad world has for long been thirsty for the bull's blood;
so, let them taste.
The mourning orchids, the ginger lilies, the roses, Jasmines, and the honeysuckle
all one ,shimmering colour;
all one, secret smell;
all one, hide your beauty from the empty eyes.
No one could rub of your name Antoinette,
so keep dancing,
keep singing,
keep smiling,
for the sound of eternity will reverberate your name in the vast nothingness,
in the black hollow of silence.
untill the Divine open his eyes, one day , and hears.