Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...

Do not give up on your dreams
Do not give up on your dreams...

I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

What difference does it make
whether everything is happening in this corner, or...

People only see the act
they do not see the puppeteers...

Forever forlorn
on a jiffy thorn...

I am absolutely at your mercy
like a little fun trapped in barbwire...

Unable to see the derision
of themselves...

These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
They...

The meadow of night,
and the herd of whiteness...

life is a second stretched to eternity.
There is only a second...

Now is nothing
And everything...