The night presents sometimes the way - to the old hall I get inside and give up the emptiness capturing the souls And I feel that the darkness has come long ago Entangled into loneliness - parts of a dream
The stare caresses the canvas The flesh gets lighter as if it were dust And you can hear the sagely whispering breeze Let yourself go into the unknown and you will be led to them
Oh picture, show me the aeon That perpetually hovers in my dream
In the picture I observe the unknown aeon Still unfinished - time that is not yet built All embracing emptiness, perfect silence I've given in, yearning to merge with them
I see the fading calendar, finishing its pages Tearing off only the age - old memories Time, slowing down its rhythm, turns its pages... It will be the last one, beyond that - nameless field
And the earth will remain where the sorrow is preserved I've given in to the breeze, I'll cross the line and join them...