Lyrics:

I Want To Sleep The Dream Of The Apples
to Withdraw From The Tumult Of Cemeteries
i Want To Sleep The Dream Of That Child
who Wanted To Cut His Heart On The High Seas
i Don't Want To Hear Again That The Dead Do Not Lose Their Blood
that The Putrid Mouth Goes On Asking For Water
i Don't Want To Learn Of The Tortures Of The Grass
nor Of The Moon With The Serpent's Mouth That Labors Before Dawn
i Want To Sleep A While
a While, A Minute, A Century
but All Must Know That I Have Not Died
that There Is A Stable Of Gold In My Lips
that I Am The Small Friend Of The West Wind
that I Am The Immense Shadow Of My Tears
cover Me At Dawn With A Veil
because Dawn Will Throw Fists Full Of Ants At Me
and Wet With Hard Water My Shoes
so That The Pincers Of The Scorpion Slide
for I Want To Sleep The Dream Of The Apples
to Learn A Lament That Will Cleanse Me Of The Earth
for I Want To Live With That Dark Child
who Wanted To Cut His Heart On The High Seas