Melodrame

If I let awareness coming unsound
Put an end to the sadness that gathers around
I'll glide away from blindness and temptations of glory
Where all camouflage is useless to comfort me

Smiling in heaven,
Smiling at last

If I let happiness speaking in sounds,
Burn out the darkness that glitters down profusely,
To overcome my shyness and sensations of impurity
Where synthetic pleasures are worseless to heal me

Smiling in heaven,
Smiling at last.