Chasing after the shimmering, evanescent textures of time And let no one say it will never come again Scents linger, small dreams Splashing water, small
Blood flows Returning to the ground Exposed to the wind and rain Rising to nirvana The flesh laid out A husk for the future
Throw away the hope of living Become like an automatic doll My time stops Hope eats away at my heart Dreams turn their back And the cold sun shines
Превод: Синкопе. Рођен је 5. августа.
