No foreign continents
No silent reflection
Relieves this longing
Or changes its tone
No blazing flames
And no palace of snow
Tame this abyss
On which I stand every day
A heart made of glass beats inside me
For it was the will of the gods
So now nothing and no one can do
/>To satisfy his longing
For it was the will of the gods
No loud screams
No silent poetry
Force the desire
Just a little to its knees< br/>Not the highest peak
Not the deepest lake
Are threatening like the abyss
Where I stand every day
Insatiable, relentless
The heart longs for more
Unattainable, impenetrable
And infinitely heavy
Unfathomable, impetuous
Like the vast sea
Monster, immeasurable
Unbearably heavy< br/>