Slow and majestic, it grew up Just like divine creepers of vine: Once it the rain,then in the sun And in the morning misty cloud Emotionless and still unchanged Emotionless and still unchanged
In the tomb of thoughts Sarcophagus of youth That torments me on The diary of my days Written by the past The treasure of my life Which I hold dear Right in here In my heart So deep within me Inside of me
Slow and majestic, it grew up The emptiness within my heart Under the moon, under the stars And in the evening misty cloud So merciless and cold like ice So merciless and cold like ice
Then it became my silent shroud The emptiness within my mind My secret window out of time With views and images there outside With landscapes always grey and white Always grey and white
In the tomb of thoughts Sarcophagus of youth That torments me on The diary of my days Written by the past The treasure of my life Which I hold dear Right in here In my heart So deep within me Inside of me