Divine idylle

In the docile hope
Your fragile wings
I sense you
Divine Idyll
The love that sleeps
In an unreal breath
My madness, my desire, my whim, my idyll

I steal a feather
To write a rhyme
By the light of the moon
My friend the idyll
My ideal soul
With the fatal tear

My madness, my desire, my whim, my idyll

Divine idyll
My friend the idyll

On my soul's waves
She hoisted the sail
I suffer from illusions
A heart in flames
Sparks
She must slow down
If I close my eyes, she calls me

My madness, my desire, my whim, my idyll

Divine idyll
My friend the idyll
I dream idyll

Divine idyll
My ideal soul
My idyll