If You Can Remember

Rending the veils of this visible night, Speak out, you speechless voice! In this black tiles darkness, bow to a smooth tone And turn into a song, be played A melody throughout silent fields! Swinging your well shaved mane, speak out, You, the horse gradually coloring brown to blue! Warmth, adjacent to the sun, arouse with burning music... If you can remember That soft gems are the primal rocks That separated hearts are the labor-room of stones Wrath of an ancient river, Speak up for oblivion faces and tones!