3027 Who's going to graze my wolves as if they were sheeps?

Inside my eyes it broke the dream
As if were demolished glasses
For the footfalls of a bison
In North American prairies.

My pupil remained fixed
On the shelled roof
Of my fallow room,
My bed that was habituated
To your pleasing company
Now deserted, stark
It seems a vast steppe,
A steppe where the wolves
They howl in the distance,
Those wolves that announce sadness,
That recites the abandonment
Of my solitary heart
In agony.

Those wolves threaten my luck,
They are my tormenting company
From the day that you left
Announcing the decadence
Of my reign of fantasy.

Who’s going to graze my wolves
As if they were sheep?

Wolves crowded in their pack.

Who’s going to throw of my body
As if was an old dress
This vast sadness
That oppresses without mercy
The undergoing of my days?

Inside my eyes it broke the dream
As if were demolished glasses
For the footfalls of a bison
In North American prairies.

My pupil remained fixed
On the shelled roof
Of my fallow room,
My bed that was habituated
To your pleasing company
Now deserted, stark
It seems a vast steppe,
A steppe where the wolves
They howl in the distance,
Those wolves that announce sadness,
That recites the abandonment
Of my solitary heart
In agony.