Perennial

This autumn feels like funeral to me (Me)

The longest song of grief

And not for what has passed

But for what shall last

Exhausted nature

Is so tragic and suicidal

Oh how spectacular she is

When she kills herself

Death throes are slowly

Crawling to her toes

As the last leaf is falling

Off her head

I'm here

With her, undressed

With a few petals

On my breasts

We shared opiates

And let the landscapes do the same

I love your warmth

But yet prefer to sleep in cold alone

We fixed our eyes

Up to the sky

To see if light

Said us farewell

Goodbye

May we see each other

Next time

So please

Come back to celebrate

This festival of life

Then as now

Fly

Today you reached the point of no return

Now cry

And then die

Tomorrow I will meet you

With your cells restored

Annual tradition

Of mass destruction

In the name of

Total reconstruction

My biggest source of confusion

The reason of decay and disillusion

Under permanent ice

We found breathless paradise

No, we´re not dead

No, we´re not dead

Just enjoying coma

Ah-ha-ha-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

From the ashes of my roots

The new me

Will rise to live again

This is poetry of youth

This is poetry of me and you (Me and you)

From the ashes of my roots

The new me

Will rise to live again

This is poetry of youth

This is poetry of me and you