| Look at this marvelous garden washed by warm rays of the sun. | |
| Once I had roamed here until my power hasn't gone. | |
| Formerly I had been free, | |
| I had been able to fly like the beautiful swans. | |
| But once I have fallen and lost my wings, and now | |
| I'm doomed to stay here forever. | |
| My soul is the roaming star of dawn, the blackened sun of life. | |
| I walked on the | |
| Earth and | |
| I went around it and | |
| I found nothing to console me. | |
| He pushes us in oblivion and death and in our lust we cannot notice it. | |
| We see us standing in the flowering meadows as we stand deep in blood. | |
| I walk and look upon the | |
| Earth with my darkened bleeding soul. | |
| In the sad beauty of sunset my spirit goes alone without forgiveness but full of pride. |