The voices of the wind have already fallen silent and the red has faded
The sky and the sun that are already leaving, like an accelerated heart
Road and field are only furrows, the river has erased them
And with them all the memories, nostalgia and reality have died
And it's not five, but four, and it's already been three
Four days living, four days dying
Utterly recluse and imprisoned in a twilight place
Return to me the old gloom of the years that have already passed
The hands of time open their fingers throwing- it's on top of me
I can't fight, I can't win, pressure always and everywhere
And it's not five, but four, and it's three already passed
Four days living, four days dying