Rearing the look from the sun

I would never know the latest

day I woke up in the cold broke

that I promised, fading away, my light.

Tell me, my repertory, if this will last

what more they want my pride to give

and why - I ask you why am I the only figure kept alive.

They had to do what was to do and did what in the mind

of a force known as the sense of man got banned and mystified...

So lead me back, my repertory of grey where I belong

and never can be in possibility to lose my weight,

my inner peace, my way and when you, my repertory,

ever will turn from grey to freedom I forget,

I will forget my fault

my fault, my very fault...