If I keep my wealth of imagination
The unknown will be my best neighbour
I do my task
And bewail my vanished visions
When my voice is shrinking
I'd rather be stone than flesh
To cut the night by light
Which claim for judgement above
Tired existence
When desire becomes shame
And decays in its grain
I'd put the formality out
Only kind lying words
If your self-confidence is only despair
I knew, you couldn't come without a plan
So my actions became desperately tryings again
Though, with a bright sigh
I interrogate the time
Waiting for silver gods
Into my dead feelings
You are nothing without me...
I think it's an ordeal... an ordeal for me
You're getting mad 'cause of coloured rustle
The distinction of dream and d**h
Your silence is lying
And I can't see your humility
I knew, you couldn't come without a plan
So my actions became desperately tryings again
Though, with a bright sigh
I interrogate the time
Waiting for silver gods
Into my dead feelings