Spring me April from alluring blooming dreams
That can lead to a maze of imprudent decisions...
I don`t wanna be a slave of the temporal streams,
Don't try to cloud my judgment with enticing visions;
Every being here is filled with a sense of something new,
(I`m) Fascinated by your splendor, yet don`t want to take a part
In a deceptive and misleading game that makes me always blue,
Even if, in spite of all, I can still enjoy your art.