Versuri Penumbra - The Young Martyr

I remember 
Your heavenly face underwater
Admiring its whiteness 
Under the moon rays 
And the life going out 
Of
your magnificent wounds
Wraps up of red your naked flesh

On your pearly nails, the subdued light
Gleam under water in a deep
silence
And your veins, in a complexe network
Draw on your skin tree roots

You who sleep for ever 
In your cold
shroud
Shall the disgrace fall on 
Your holy misfortune

Which sentences for its crime
Your suicided spirit
And puts on
its face
An accusing appearance

You, who sleep for ever 
In your cold shroud
Shall the disgrace fall on 
Your holy
misfortune

Your dark hair, as an oil slick
Stays on the surface, refusing to sink
It tries to make believe of a last
hope
It dances on the waves, unlifed, unlifed