All who still remain

Are leaving their shelter


One by one


The King leads his court

The sun seeks it's own reflection


On their clothes that shine like Gold


I speak the language of the colourless present

My words do not reach their ears anymore


A quest in vain


Trying to hold on to my youth

But still I remember those princes and wenches


He tries to tell me reality took over my soul


The walls behind which I wish to dream

Are coming down


Those princes and wenches


Visiting the castle

Represented my infant years


They flee into eternal woods


Only the jester turns around

One last time


Now I recognise my sad companion


Who kept me company

Countless times


The Jester kept me company countless times


In hours that seemed darker than these

He tries to tell me reality took over my soul


The walls behind which I wish to dream


Are coming down

He tries to tell me reality took over my soul


The walls behind which I wish to dream


Are coming down down down!