Sometimes when it‘s dark I see the man staring at the sun with his eyes open wide not blinded by the light it seems so long that I followed him down the lightish way and once I distressed him it got darker with each day
sometimes when it’s dark he kisses my lips with vermillion he whose mouth is like a flame ’til my tongue is torn and bleeding
and as the spirits gather in the coldness of the field I started waving the flag and through the black morass I fled, I jumped, I fell nowhere to find my way
by sunrise I’ll try to break him I don’t know where he is from and when it falls I try to take him the man behind the sun
I passed the garden grey until the fields felt endlessly and I saw him standing desperately by the oldest of the trees
I sat in the black field and storms shook the corn I heard the woeful cries of men
by sunrise I’ll try to break him I don’t know where he is from and when it falls I try to take him the man behind the sun
severe storms destroyed the fields of sorrow my calls fell silently alone the flag I waved before was long gone taken by the man behind the sun
at sunrise I tried to break him I don’t know where he is gone and as he fell I stood behind him the man behind the sun