The two-faced sculpture brings us the Truth
That can only be seen into the reflections of the scythe
And vanishes itself with the dawn.
But in the end,
Even if the Devil sings into my ears again,
Should I decide to keep you alive?
We look at this cadaveric edifice
Without recognizing that the delirium
of the ever-growing tower
Keeps burning in our hearts.
But in the end,
Even if the Devil sings into my ears again,
Should I decide to keep you alive?
As if the only goal we try to achieve
Is to build wax statues under the burning Sun.
