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!