Young and Beautiful

Where's the light, the laughters of eternity

She only guides unless being known

to the cemetery where gathers the stars

to the trenches buried our brothers' scars

It does dream ashes being ashes

with our confession of being alone

Where's the night, the slaughter of city

can only bring the wine glass out

Young and beautiful

we embrace the last kiss of death

Dumb and doubtful

still the wall calling our names aloud.