I judge the silent moon on top of gruesome worlds.
I torture sun with its own shine.
I judge the stars that are so cold.
And walk away in silence.
I miss my days and fairy wheels.
I step on water; flawless mass of coldness left behind.
My mind is too old.
Too old for self-distraction
My eyes are closed; for one more time
For one more time I smell love;
The deepest feeling of the mankind
I leave alone my holy place
And fly along; embracing what is left.
The only song, the lastly song which I must surely trace
The song of motion, and of faith
The newborn cries; and I have closed my eyes.
Another way to go away
Just wait until it’s over.
And I will trace, I promise I will trace;
The song of love, the song of grace