The sacred calm, that vale of life
Whispering from the slums of Paradise
I was a dog on these streets
Some pensive Spirit from dunes of coal
Beyond the forest of the night
Praying to the carcass of a tightened drum
Once true and kind, that solving emptiness
Unreachable - changed from love to lie
Our Moon - sinking in their Holy Christian tongue virtue
Praised with sour humble hands, gestures and psalms
From the fields of a loveless land..

Gypsy

Gypsy