Cold Autumn Aria

These clouds and their rain, Crying for a cold embrace of falling tears, Breathe every word of my mourning as I gaze to a distance... Calling me... I burn endlessly for the stars of my lucid The gates of my euphoric dreaming fragments And I, liberada, will forever flow Rain falls within the painful clouds painfully Mourning in dark grey spirit, ablazing with early Autumn wind I burn and I burn and I burn and I burn... I live from her autumn aria mystery Burning and bleeding in the essence, embody me