Night falls and anguish mounts…

Like a horse lost in a forest of fog and tedium.

Dazed, lost, hungry of a thirsty peace…confused by his fate.

Shelters her fainting body on the hollow leaves, wet with an icy dew…

There is no heat, there is no shelter, for this gloomy broken heart…

The only thing left is the hope of a coppery dawn… warm although absent, clear with its will….

Dream little horse, dream, that life is nothing more than oblivion…

Don’t remember his embrace anymore, and close this emptiness once and for all…

Fly little horse, fly, life is not just plaintive thrall.