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