The eyes of night march slowly by
The last grain falls
The kneeling man just sighs

Protected by the one great wall
Of coloured parts
He probes his clouded mind

If he takes a look around him
Is there nothing left to see
Is there nothing left at all

After the day

With trembling hands he wipes his eyes

He tries to stand
But does not feel the need
The morning sun shines on

The multicoloured cross
Left standing through it all


If he takes a look around him
Is there nothing left to see
Is there nothing left at all

After the day

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see
Is there nothing left at all
After the day