Tita

Tita dreams of a scorching love,
Tita speaks of a tightrope world,
Tita dies in the arid desert
Trapped by her fear of emptiness.

Tita quickens her pace seeking the empire,
From the intoxication with sapphire colors,
Tita drags her dry throat far away,
Glass after glass, she will open the breach.

For some years now she has been wandering
In the night, the echo of her voice fades.
For some years now she has been wandering,
In the night, the echo of her voice fades.

She let herself be blinded by the evil rooted in her
She no longer wants to expose her wounded intimacy to the light.
Oh wounded!

By flirting with extremes,
Tita loses the very meaning of her life,
By pushing the limits,
Perpetually Tita takes flight.

Tita dreams of a scorching love
Tita speaks of a tightrope world,
Tita dies in the arid desert,
Trapped by her fear of emptiness.