We walk on hidden ways  And live the worn moments of reality  There's no free soaring  The all-saving aim  There's no flotation just painful being and emptiness  But my soul wants to break free from its prison shaped body  For its long agonies to find the ways to dark secrets  Where we must fight great battles  We must walk through endless paths  Where with the help of warning masks of tiny gravels  We reach the last fulfillment to merge into darkness  And just he who doesn't want to see the bliss  He can't see the eyes in which the fire is still burning