| Heavenly sound swings my body gently | |
| Between waking and sleeping | |
| I try to find peace | |
| Strength and alleviation, necessary in the struggle, | |
| Feed lips that are thirsty for great expectations, great words | |
| They force to make an act of contrition | |
| But this is only the empty gesture | |
| Empty repentance empty words | |
| Buried a long time ago, somewhere lost | |
| They force to make an act of contrition | |
| But still this is the empty gesture | |
| Awakening - the origin of pain | |
| I want to remain in the dreamlike state |