Come and drink with me in twelve glasses
twelve bells this midnight
you will hear the frozen bronze
ringing our goodbye in twelve glasses.
Come and kiss with me in twelve flakes
the bitter snow that melted the winter
about the height of my temples and this
helpless heart that I have.
Come bite me with twelve cries
the lips of a pain already redoubled
It will be the last mouth that you kiss
when you're on the way to sunset.
No sooner drink with me the sour sour
in the gray voice of the blind metals
will come this midnight ringing
the eternity of our two exiles.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)