Udaberri Azidoa (Original)

It's a cloudy van
crossing the blue sky,
the sea of masks
is a feathery hell.
Stars are floating
above the acid spring,
the sun's roaming
across the rooftops
and hot tongues
are crossing the depths of your body,
crossing the Bardea of your body.
Yesterday's times
were more acidic
but today's are
more bitter
than yesterday...yesterday...yesterday...
acid spring!
acid spring!!