A rosy light,
shows her profile
Bleeds of tears
and the bruises over her face.
The shouts, have deafened
of herself, the ears
Short is the breath,
given by the humiliation
The curled up limbs,
to do not feel pain.
And those tired eyes,
To see of her nightmares, the faces
They fade,
as dissolving the dim light is,
of another, damp, sun.
| pos | title |
|---|---|
| A1 | Mefite |
| A2 | Mefite ( remix The Gods Planet ) |
| B1 | Attis |
| B2 | Attis ( remix Claudio Prc ) |