I run in the crazy day of joy
behind a red shadow,
exhausting my drunkness  and my madness
destiny flies in vain
I'm ruining myself in the war
my soul full of the blood of the night
I knock on the door of silence
an atrocious nothingness spreads his contempt
there are days when it's the norm
a shower of desolation watering the dream
the ideal is empty and everything is blackened
madness evaporates from its precious fragrance
I have to run again to reach
the bright end before the joy goes out
before madness exhausts his drunkenness
who can dream without being crazy!