How strange a word can be
when is pronounced in a foreign language,
how false and lost his beauty.
But now that my mind
is empty and meaningless,
nothing but the roars and cries
really matter.
I shall speak forevermore
in any voice that rides the wind,
rising with black metallic sounds,
coming from beyond cloudy skies.
My soul's calling as well as forgetting
her almost farewell path
where there was a time she used to walk
near the youngest muses.
