A man is a stranger to himself, his heart is full of fear
a fairy tale, a story, it must be realized
to pursue the heroism of a homeless conqueror
like a flame, his riotous life bears witness
Like features once drawn by a delicate hand with a brush
disappear into a laughing flame!
The sleeping woman's cheek glows with the reflection of a great fire
there in the loop of the soul burns a restless spirit
I did not know that a mortal hand could touch the holy
I did not know what power!
I have nothing without it
I have nothing (x2)
Come morning, come evening, the flutterers flutter
to the pains of the embrace they forget the horn swallow
that even once, for a moment, you know you are
same root of power
I have nothing without it
I have nothing (x2)
Looking at the lynx figure frolicking in the great void
Strives his will and finally tears a hole into the shadows
on dim roads girl, starry-eyed, sweetie
favorite offered by the heavenly speaker
I have nothing!