Medusa - ATARAXIA

Sacra eiecisti tanquam lapillos

In lacum, ad flores, ad fabulas

Cum pervolavat cupiditas

Totam oram cordis

Totam oram cordis

Deos, ad deos, medusas

Versa glaucas

Far, nefas, borealia oscula

Et laetitiae verbera

Pistor misce

Dum epicis crepundis coelum

Totum vincam lubricum

Deos ad deos medusas

Versa glauca

Versa glauca

Sacra eiecisti tanquam lapillos

In lacum, ad flores, ad fabulas

Cum pervolavat cupiditas

Totam oram cordis

Deos, ad deos medusas

Versa glauca

You cast away the sacred like pebbles

To the lake, to the flowers, to the stories

When lust flew over him

All the edge of the heart

All the edge of the heart

Gods, to the gods, jellyfish

Turned gray

Far, wrong, boreal kisses

And beats of joy

Mix the pastry

While the sky is cracking epically

I will win the whole slippery

Medusa gods to gods

Turned gray

Turned gray

You cast away the sacred like pebbles

To the lake, to the flowers, to the stories

When lust flew over him

All the edge of the heart

Gods, to the gods of the Medusas

Turned gray