Cristálida

Some clear from Olympus
that the goddess keeps
The horses of the day
that the goddess keeps
The horses of the day sweat suddenly in front of me
Trembling from races
Useless shadows of the park
Those I called did not appear
Every giant ends exhausted
from being observed by those outside
Today the wind dances like this
as if playing together
and the huge stars
as if playing together
the huge stars will scream all night
tempting the hill
How to prevent this valley of hollows
from rising further in me?
I have no more God
Branches born
from the old mountain
Are always sprouting
from the old mountain
Are always sprouting I can no longer control them
crossing the storm
I already look at the clocks
among the mist
and the first lights
among the mist
and the first lights have already begun to stretch
sparrows in the wood
How to prevent this valley of hollows from rising further in me?
I have no more God
Useless shadows of this park
those I called did not appear
Every giant dies tired of devouring those below