Оригинален текст
It's good to have
a fantasy
That is ruined by a dream
That prevents emotional unity
between you and all
that is separate
No traces of purity
Privacy or the
sacred
all left behind
in dead time
only to be experienced in recollections of innocence gone array
Faint and weak impressions
of a child rearranged
by the beast of
decadence
Sacrifice for the ability
To be able to explore
hedonistic qualities
of the soul