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!