Testo di A Long Night (My Death)

It's drizzling. The time has turned into a furtive, soft, deadly whisper. It's drizzling. White bear feet of death are running across black, damp ground. It's drizzling on a fairy-tale marketplace. There's my shadow hanging on a tree near a stall selling belief. It's drizzling and my naked shadow drenched with rain is swinging on a bare branch. The night is long and blind. It's drizzling. The market place is quiet and the belief-stall is dark. I wish I didn't have to speak I wish I didn't have to listen. Feeling is a curse of perception. The fairy-tale marketplace has covered its face with both hands. It's drizzling...