Under the radiance of the stars of heaven

Place your hands on me

My every word is a tear

Please take me into your bosom

Your stars will cast their radiance

To the basement of the pupil of my eye

But I even do not have a line of light

To light the gift with it.

 

For whom if not for you

I will cast still my hope

To devour the days of everyone

That is the fire in my heart

Resting in the basements of silence

The blood of murder permeates

Escapes to the roofs of my soul

Escapes somewhere

 

Carried by a wild wail in alleyways and slopes

And I am a torn string

I am still singing this to you:

Under the radiance of the stars in the heaven

Place your hand on me

My every word is a tear

Please take me into your bosom