All these voices that I hear in my head,
all those faces that recur in my dreams
and memories bittersweet from my past
have so often made my humble limbs grow numb
severing my last threads of sanity,
pushing me back to the realm of darkness
and solitude, perched high up near the clouds,
where oblivion floats like rain in the air!
In that place my humble face has no fear of the crowd,
so the voices there can plead, cry or even scream,
and the faces can turn my dreams to nightmares
and from all these I too can grow insane, at last!
For the night will fall asleep and darkness will fade
when a new, brighter sun shall pierce the horizon!