The wind brings the news that the new one arrives 

The night shed a tear driven to despair 

The fate does not belong to him anymore 

He must take part in spectacle the nature prepared 



Life, it is nothing but a clean 

Blotted out and patient sheet 

What a great responsibility 

For this who holds the pen 

Reminiscences of youth 

Closed in the old photographs 

Testimony of reality 

Writing it down is a pure formality 



I can see him sitting at the table 

In manners and gestures he behaved so exquisite 

I'll never forget the words he said 

"The world you brought to life I often visit" 



The darkness came 

Scenes before my eyes 

Now I know 

Where the truth lies. 



I close my eyes I can feel no pain 

The sound of blast echoes in my head 

His face with a worried frown 

I can see myself lying on the ground 



Life, it is nothing but a clean 

Blotted out and patient sheet 

What a great responsibility 

For this who holds the pen 

Reminiscences of youth 

Closed in the old photographs 

Testimony of reality 

Writing it down is a pure formality