Let´s go to the fortress
Let me howl!... to breathe!
´Cus the quicksand stopped to nearcome
And won´t come over at all.

Let´s go to the cliff!
To the fartest highs!
With our delta wings
We shall fall apart!

Over the clear ledges I´am soft to get out
Sleeping under the cypress, a minotaur...
...and I kill the minotaur!

Let´s go to the orchards!
See! The golden rots!
Vertigo is always viscous
And this is always fall.