Ouroboros

On Christmas morn
gran'ma got up betimes in the night
to bake the homemade bread and ring-shaped bread,
she was followed by gran'pa, carryin' some water and chopped woods,
My mom used to come with delicately-tasty pies and her breath was warm,
The angels sifted down flour

Dad prepared the dear little sleigh,
the entire hill roared like joy,
at home our Christmas tree was waitin' for us,
as well as the presents,
the Light

On Christmas morn
through me wanders a snake,
I got awakened solely as to get warmer
by a couple of tears,
the sky sketches a grimase,
that's all it got left after its last kiss with the Sun

I'm gettin' aslept,
a carol from childhood's accompanyin' me,
I hug all the dreams,
it's supposed that I should cross the bridge,
that I should tuck up the veil,
over here no one wants me,
between today and tomorrow
I'm gonna choose... the beyond.