Who is the old man,
who fills my heart with greatest pain ... -
yet, his name remains unheard?
I look at you, and true tears shake
my eternal Saturn - world.
Who is the old man,
whose picture burned itself
down to the bottom of my soul?
You push me back and raise me up ... -
the criteria for both I long to know.
Who are you I worship?
What is the name of the ONE I saw?
Tell me, how to reach you.
To you I'd bow my head in awe.
You speak to me, but what is it I hear?
We have never really touched ... -
such is the design of my greatest fear!
Cruel, cruel, cruel ... -
a veil I cannot penetrate.
In different worlds we dwell,
attempting to dissolve what separates.
I force my face against this strangest membrane wall,
and desperately I call for you
from the darkest depths of my lonely soul.
The mists of the dimensions,
through which to glance it seems not allowed,
or maybe it's just that our level is of no interest,
as it is simply too low.
Is it true that only the warriors' strength
can conquer the mist ... and then be therefore received?
You turn around, the illusion of a voice ... -
my desire crowned by another defeat.
If doubt walks in, I am growing weak ... and fear:
"One day all pictures will fade!"
Lying down, looking inside ... -
I call my dead lover in his grave.
My eyes have caught a glimpse of you,
now I'm devouring myself to embrace your peace.
The distance grows, we drift apart ... -
what is the use of eyes, if they cannot see?!
Hear me in my darkness, please,
wait for me, I'll find the key,
I promise, I shall resist the tides,
until I'm finally united with you again ...