Here the day dies down, and extinguished.
Just an Angel touching the keys.
To hear us, and asked
And you will have mercy on us, you will leave us.

It's so easy to be before you,
And it has grown, imposed ..., got used to it.
Pulled! - the soul drowned in pus,
It squealed and stuck together into a cocoon.

And I'm no longer funny, but it hurts
And it hurts so much that it's even sweet
Somehow that everything is enough
Everything is enough without wealth.

And in silence and from the world in secret
I find myself in this prayer
Stranger to everyone and random to everyone
Another one on the path of the Covenant.