Still I haunt the realm of shades in all its shining colours While I’m singing and dissolving My obsessions, they are symptoms of my being weary Of my dazed life, of the silence The sun is pouring down on me, and if I didn’t sing out Oh for my life, oh for my death It almost seems as if I’d drown in its golden sea of sunbeams Till it’s over, till it’s over Trapped in no-man’s-land between my old life and the new world Can’t escape it, can’t escape it Giving in to suctions with a fragile, fiendish pleasure When I’m on it, when I’m on it And yet decay is glowing and announcing a new era And a new world, oh a new world If I could perceive the new life, sense it and outguess it As a tender silver lining Until the curtain draws in front of my eyes... The sun is pouring, it’s pouring down on me And if I did not, didn’t sing it out Oh for my life, oh for my death Oh for my death