Deserted Land

In the temple of my heart, I choose landscapes myself

I built artistic walls and tell the sun not to rise

In decadent suspension I find relief

Walking, not thinking, dreaming visions of mine

My soul derives its power from the ruins of dead city

While my feet softly clash on the onyx floors

I see praying spires, their grandeur grows into choir

Oh, deserted land of thousand-voice hues

Deserted land

When I close my eyes I’m already there

Deserted land

I satisfy myself with drops from the cup of your glory

Every time I look at terraces sunken in the shadow

I don't want them ever to be struck by the light

Let the darkness of misery like a serpent warp around it

Talking delight in ambiguity at all times

Deserted land

When I close my eyes I’m already there

Deserted land

How good I didn't know you alive

My body is a wall that feels at night that grows

Like the sea, suddenly awaken decorated with the moon

The throne - lofty which detains envious power

He knows that after night proud dawns are will come

Deserted land

When I close my eyes I’m already there

Deserted land

How good I didn't know you alive