Hello,
I hop my english is not too bad
The master is in the mind
And inside the mind for ever will stay
Long live for her, beautiful and martyr,
Who every think you ask her will give him
Nothing more pretty ther is
From an orchestra excited and nymphomaniac
Closed in the mystic’s golf
Who boils of tempest and freedom
Eddying in the whirlpool
Where are cancelled the towns and the citys
In the mirage of the simples
And from the usuals arrive until there
To see him to digest
With the perfidy which lash each life
The master is in the mind
And inside the mind for ever will stay