Dead figures in the city of night
unrelated lights, red telephones.
A space, a gin glass, smoke's bucolic dance,
a hand and behind her a someone.
Illustrates a moon on the crystal.

Desperation has two ways
the actor's death
and the inert spectators.

The dead star spoke to his ear:
'I will take you to the bright star'.

And you believed her.
Staring at you I say: without night's mask you are naked.

Run away before i'ts too late
I will join you
in the dawn of the damned

The dead star spoke to his ear:
'I will take you to the bright star'.

And you believed her.
Staring at you liar moon, I say: without night's mask you are naked.