If once the worlds old sights
Will get to the light,
Through the dreams,

refr.
And in the palace of knowledge,
The old belief will take off his mask,
Then the existence and the mourning,
Will disappear interlanced in the
--- Cradle of life---

If we could be immortal,
All the birds would celebrate with us,
The wind would hum...
His endless song,
Making the sorrow
And the hopelesness...disapear.