In the light, in the Greek ages This vision is too late And the castle is too far The air is full of fresh air The smell is fragrant The lyre is sweetly humming The water is always cold There is my first unhappiness My last pain But I am angry and I sing I am angry and I cry And the years are coming The years are ruined The sky is empty The earth is full of water And death is coming Beyond the past Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music Music
