Like a Mediterranean setting sun
Like Bordeaux wine in my starry head
Like Rimbaud's blood running over a notebook
Like the sea covering Judea's desert
Like a kid's cheeks when he's played too much
Like the apple that gives you sin's perfume
Like the volcano's fire about to awaken
Like that star in the heart of that sleeping dreamer
Like a bird shot by a tragic hunter
Like an actor wounded by the crowd's shouts
Like a broken violin replaying the Heroic
Like Gypsy fire when the violins go wild
Like a woman's lips
When love drives her mad
Like the liar's forehead
Like a broken violin replaying the Heroic
Like the frozen vision of the last Titanic
Like the silence that follows lyrics in music
Like a symphony when it's pathetic
Like a man's rage when he sees it leave
Everything he's built
Like Christ's cloak
That the soldiers gambled for
Like the color of the sky
When it's about to collapse