Fly in azure skies, never feel the touch of moral lands
tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the
shiny sand.

Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs
Shanghaing, the dancing queen from the seraglio of your dreams
I reveal the sham eye, the sun of the liers, and offer you
a sculptured throne within the azure beams.

My flaming tiara, the sun of the night,
dignifies the race of the strong, the race that has the sky for
sea.
Devour with devotion what hinders my sigh
ruthlessness worthy to all those whose breastbone is being
creviced.

As a sailor I sail, longing for the key,
the key to the master gate, made of azalea's thorns,
and from port to port, overcoming the bazaars across the sea,
I realized that, what the wings are for the sky, the horns are
for the earth.

I say the truth, the one I've found behind the moon
I harn it to you my sinuous courtesan...

Unseen flowers fill my lungs
with aroma from the place where I was once born,
memories of my moral life, dance,
fulfil my blossom tunic with numerous desires.

Dearl presents should never be abandoned.
Thus, vigilant, I will stay here forever.
The panoramic view may not become a sensual mistress.
Ashes, bloody passions were my past, now I fly in ethereal
spheres.
Azure aye...