Waking Up, In Bliss-coloured Hours

Waking up, in bliss-coloured hours,
And to subscribe to the joy of the heart.
To put an end to the judgment of sold watches,
In my soul, to make a revolution,
To get me on the throne...

With his pleasure, reaching for himself,
Leaving, happy hours,
Take out the edict,
To my self.

To catch the secret of eternity,
Without venting, as bubbles,
To the sky.

To live humanely,
And it's humane to die...