The ocean is green for any lonely soul 

Who imagines the world according to the thought 

Transmitted through eras by the wind that lies...

The ocean is green for any lonely soul

Who imagines the world according to the thought

Transmitted through eras by the wind that lies.

I am a blasted tree, red in soul, blue in mind,

And the bolt of heaven has entered my soul,

And the bolt of heaven has destroyed my mind.

My knowledge is so damned that a cloud will cry

When I look at the sky and yell the hardest things

With my rocking stomach and my deep-injured voice.

The genius is doll for the three Ancestors

Whose role is to cut any string when it hurts,

But their choice is to keep the smile turning to tear.

Victor Faust is my name and I’m swearing to Thee

Because you made the most unfortunate human,

Because you gave the eye and the way to be blind…

W.P