A kiss reached my lips and touched the flower of doubt / spoke to me of love, desire and a pure life full of wisdom / sprinkled with a peace that soothed and towered over the dawn. / It touched the flower of doubt and traversed my trembling and lonely soul / The garden of desire, enveloped in a dark scent. / It locked the doors of heaven as I hugged its tenderness. / It went astray for hours, days and years / Over those enchanting loins / It drank the honey from my lips and from my darkest flower / And although it sowed
a thousand flowers, I was born in silence as a chimera, / which betrayed its bravery and lasted no more than two springs. / Come on, run there! Let yourself fall into your next adventure! / As long as you live in my soul, the flower and the doubt will live.