Hungry for the future things to come  Imagination makes a mirage grow out of them  And they seem to lose sense when everything happens  Does all life not pay the price?    Don't we claim for another...  Another dream to keep the hope?  There was a useful lie over a long time  But now only the harmful truth exists    Shattered and glum, out of safe place  Locked up inside the mind, keywords are disintegrated  Eternal search runs into a close-woven embarrassment  Then misanthropic visions arise; life becomes a scapegoat    Standing alone with frustration  As a prolongation of disappointment  Feeding on the scraps of life  That are lying in the inertial failure    Step by step in sorrow more and more  Living amidst daydreams and looks backwards    Don't we claim for another...  Another dream to keep the hope?  There was a useful lie over a long time  But now only the harmful truth exists    Everything has disappeared  Feeling of the glorious season stays in the nevermore    Can't face the wheel of my life  Can't face nor choose my destiny  Can't silence my inner voice  Perhaps hyperaesthesia, perhaps neurasthenia, may be just  Soul pessimism...    Hoarding inside disaffection and mistrust  Nostalgic sadness impregnates every place around    Misanthrope's aurora arises    Shifted downwards  Onto a stone throne - cold and endarkened -  By the pale-grey winter loneliness... engulfed    Don't we claim for another...  Another dream to keep the hope?  There was a useful lie over a long time  But now only the harmful truth exists