I Am Swimming In The End Testo

And while my little friend, the nightingale, is weeping in those woods, I, secure in my sleeping house, am drinking of the dark air. I am swimming in the end, I breathe the warm atmosphere, floating above misty fields, these days will end, the glassy hedge grews under seven moons, and I promise eternal love. I, secure in my sleeping house, am drinking of the dark air, I am swimming in the end, I breathe the warm atmosphere. Oh, I long for livingw ords; Oh, I hunger for poetic flowers; Oh, I search for tranquillity in lyrical arts; Oh, I desire beloved silence for my tired limbs; I curse you, don´t dream of me; I dismember your flesh. I lap your faith. I sear you, my love. Don´t dream of me. I murder in words, seduced in poetry. I cry for totality. Sing, little bird, sing. Please, gladden my mind, flying wish. Anxiously, I am hidden in my chamber, hungering for poetic flowers. I am searching.