
DÉSOLÉ
From stellar seed in vacuum purest,
blossoms quietly; my feeling truest.
O pousse de fleur!
Don`t be afraid to blossom.
I will care for you.
I will nurture you.
I will die for you.
I will hurt you and I will love you,
all in the same night.
The weather is not to blame,
I am the midnight storm,
where flower`s tear is rain.
At night till down enduringly to flourish,
soft dreams will silently my blossom nourish.