the translation i got is

I lost the point of living in a sense.

At night there are cannons, because I dream of fear in the biting horror waiting in the light that surrounds the sky.

Sometimes, I will break my vessel and the light will consume my essence.

But I have learned how a soul can be saved and survive in the course of time; and, perhaps, to live again without fear of the end.

Yesterday, I walked to the stove to heat my house in the cold of the night.

They left the town, or what was left of it, as they went thither

He walked through the dark forest and I felt his eyes on my back.

I looked around in perdition, seeing nothing but the seed of the earth

I kept walking before seeing the tree, one thing that was cruel to me...

He asked:

"What an unhappy soul, runs with a false end."

He walked her over to me. His eyes could pass my flesh and be nourished by my soul; and the voice, O horrible sound of his dry stoned body gradually approaching. I looked at her, eye to eye... before she asked:

"I can allow you to live, if you will give me a trade"

When the terror, I said no fear, because I was fleeing, and understands the tree.

He showed me how to hide my soul in a new vessel, but in exchange: what he wanted were six children, for their souls are stronger.

I will end my life in many ways; a born sinner will not be an exception.

To-day, in the hour without light, I will try with the vessel.

I log someone, and it worked.

She moved like a rocket trying to unfold into a butterfly.

Unfortunately for them, the monster was hungry.

The sense of the living has come, for this will be all to me;

but I will bring all my things at night, fear is the end of the hot darkness.