Hellfire
Through twilight seas, towards the distant bays
As per the sketches of the windy quest
All covered with the veil of overcast
Aortic threading of Gibraltar

Like a reflection in the salty haze
In  misty smokes of migratory dreams
With slanting shadows from the sailing beams
The milky road is stretching out

  Mists of the night  - white snow
  The snow is foresight, chalk show
  The snow is the lie, the snow is the lie. Hell-fire...
  This stunning moon light over and over
  The gull in the flight at bowsprits shows
   Shouting out, shouting loud:
   It’s time…

The scraps of dreams consigned to oblivion
No tears are seen. Is there light in tears?
The self-portrait falls on the steering wheel
Depicting final desperation…

The azure is dark, sky's glooming’s  getting bright
The splash in wake and sails are arching down
And going crazy, losing  peaceful crown
The proud wind is screaming out

  Mists of the night  - white snow
  The snow is foresight, chalk show
  The snow is the lie, the snow is the lie, hell-fire...
  This stunning moon light over and over
  The gull in the flight at bowsprit blows
   Shouting out, shouting loud:
   It’s time…