Blackening

When I was a little child
 an angel taught me how to fly
 and how to dwell in joy;
 then I grow up and met the Beast,
 she told me: "Hate's the only law
 'cause love is not so strong".
 Into black sands I'm sinking:
 without a hope I'm drowning
 in the mud of this life,
 where the stars don't dare to shine,
 toward the gloomy abyss
 in which nothing happens
 and nothing changes.
 I'm thirty-three, I've lost my name
 in the middle of the night;
 will I find a way out?
 So confused and mystified,
 like a drunk without his wine,
 I'll just lie down and cry.
 Into black sands I'm sinking:
 without a hope I'm drowning
 in the mud of this life,
 where the stars don't dare to shine,
 toward the gloomy abyss
 in which nothing happens
 and nothing changes.
 Into black sands I'm sinking:
 without a hope I'm drowning
 in the mud of this life,
 where the stars don't dare to shine,
 toward the gloomy abyss
 in which nothing happens
 and nothing changes.