Punct [English translation]

The verses are running to the point

In the paper I have sewed

White canvas

Afar should I'll take you

I pull the furrow a ryhme wire

Pencil-black

To be forgiven

To be forgiven

One life they have fought

Confused eyelids

In the autumns leaf

Spread me so I can go to sleep

From bed scraps

Memories ruptures

I'll let you steal from me

I'll let you steal from me

In love when you'll fall

Gravitating you'll burn

In the ashes of the night

We have loved each other like bastards

The heart in a trawl

A swing scaffold

To be a string

To be a string

The verses are running precise

I've left you in a dream

In the fifth autumn

In the lent lily field

The end is a beginning

The verses are running gray

To the point.

To the point.

• Artist:Alternosfera