He could do nothing, was so defenceless,
Grief only and teardrops
I fly over the Earth very high
The sky vanishes, like
Passion that I bestow on you is like narcotic ravishment
You're
Today I've understood what feels a man torn from hope
It
The night is a symbol, senses' inspiration
He's always creeping in
In the gloom there's whisper of water
Flowing among the stones.
Along the way marked with furrows, I go
Like convicts who
You see buildings full of emptiness, darkness, and cold
Yet he
They watch you dying, they are helpless
You close your eyes