Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived    The words are only left   Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words    Are music inside   Today I really don't know who I really am   I thought that the sedition was my vocation   I've started to search for relief   For safety of indifference       Today I really don't know who I really am   I hide in twilight of the grey cities    Drunk with my bitterness    With the remains of my strength   I'm trying to detain those dying great words    I thought that the echoes of these words    Which are the music of mind    Were sounded inside   The beast has opened its eyes   Great words for those called for dreams!      An animal doesn't think about eternity   While struggling for existence       From the ashes of those who fed people on great words    We build the altars       Of those who fed people on great words   Only these words survived    Of those who fed people on great words   Only small people are left      From the ashes of those who fed people on great words    We build the altars    I thought I was from those who fed people on great words    Nevertheless we are their nourishment!