Of those who fed people on the great words no one survived
The words are only left
Yesterday I thought the echoes of these words

Are music inside
Today I really don't know who I really am
I thought that the sedition was my vocation

I've started to search for relief
For safety of indifference


Today I really don't know who I really am
I hide in twilight of the grey cities
Drunk with my bitterness

With the remains of my strength
I'm trying to detain those dying great words
I thought that the echoes of these words

Which are the music of mind
Were sounded inside
The beast has opened its eyes

Great words for those called for dreams!

An animal doesn't think about eternity

While struggling for existence

From the ashes of those who fed people on great words

We build the altars

Of those who fed people on great words

Only these words survived
Of those who fed people on great words
Only small people are left


From the ashes of those who fed people on great words
We build the altars

I thought I was from those who fed people on great words
Nevertheless we are their nourishment!