The strong do not fall by mistake
never lose heart
That language of sorrow was the language of the weak
deed, accident, life turned upside down
Lost, with nothing else to do
you continue this miserable journey
and you don't want to understand the words
that your brothers are shouting from the other side
He is alive even the eye stings
for how the fire of death
was burned again with no other thought
but the blind man's gold
The road you walk withers away
The song you hear fades into oblivion
The stream of your thoughts
flows the spirit of tomorrow
Could it end the misery
and not just hope for better
Grunting from the weight
heavy step
In the rhythm of the lime so
far and far
A moment is enough
light from the sun
which many no longer
can see
Do the mountains move when I look like this?
Does evil cease to be discouraged?
The road you travel withers away
The song you hear fades into oblivion
The stream of your thoughts
flows the spirit of tomorrow
If only you could hear everything
Everything if only you could see
You would step beside the nobles
You would cross the borders
But your mind is already black
your life without salvation
Weary, you still go on your journey
Weary of your journey that you can never
acknowledge as your own
On this road, the hardest that is not
No one comes to you anymore

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