Always, silent, like her big gaze on me,|always, with her endless word you make my dizzy with long extatic thrills|in the furious loneliness, I love the scent of leather spreading in the wind,|I love her diaphanous long arms holding met at dusk,|full of a never soaring lyric,|your ardour is sighing|slow, like a flame, she's slipping away from the long night.|Opening and closing my hands|South to the edge of the world|Red dusty road|White house blue roofs|Hanging to travelling suspended in the night I'm still left with Blues|Taking in at glance the horizon my eyes get lost, deeper and deeper deeper and deeper|into the south |I'm running away from the ghosts I've left behind |In light and deep blue skies|Arena and midday dreams|I'm looking for a way to blot out time|Black coffee, dust on my teeth, upside down I look at life|Among bright-red dumb images worn out on my body|South a Soul's trick South a Soul's escape|