Peasants, peasants - my muses, where are you? Where did you go and what have you been doing? I see the prince of boredom, daydreaming over you -Lurking you into the darkest of dreams.
Born from the sweat of a diamond to the dirts of copper,You rise from the guts of your will and grit for a dollar.Knowing and not knowing what life to come and dreams to follow,The tears trapped and your soul - lost, in the infinite loop of time.
Let’s drink all night - curse and celebrate!Working hard with the enemy of hope -Covering long white nights and sirens of loneliness,It is not life, but a form of beauty.
So stay with me and be my beaut.Trust me to find that rupture of your life,And I shall freeze that unfinished story,To blind you from your memories.
This is just an echo to my deluge,For I have swam across the thousand sea.May the wilderness set you ablaze, With rain and thunder - you shall renew thy self.