Shining Human Skin - Mar De Grises

I see you high in the sky

subjected to the pace of time

or drown in a sea

deeper than death.

I can be your sun

or just a beggar

but still,

I undo myself

into ashes.

Should you choose one more time,

would you turn it into hell again?

You, among two suns

of impossible dreams,

you among two suns.

Ungrateful stars

lacking heat,

could I someday lay there,

in between?

I can be your sun

or just a beggar.

Feelings burning spaces

but still,

I undo myself

into ashes

freezing over again.

Your colours become one

laying further down than me.

Your light takes up all

dividing my soul without bleeding

it turns off the sun just with breathing

dies in illusion, and gone.