The last days somehow really changed me
And a part of me remains behind on these barren and bright fields
I always thought I’d come to die here some day
But instead, these bottomless chasms became the place of my birth
Hidden behind the river the land will widen
The world will vanish, even the storms will calm
I acted deaf and blind, there has never been a goodbye
Back in those days I wasn’t aware that I will have to return home one day
We’re expecting cold days, they’re urging us back home every time
Because also these weightless hours are more delusion than reality
And so are all these quirky stories life conjectured over the years
No groats worth in the thin light of our final days…
…long live death…
…long live death…
The rain here smells strange and different, unlike the rain home
Maybe I delude myself, but I’m pretty sure
Also, the colors, nearly undimmed and pristine
As if I could see everything with clear glimpse, in contrast to all the years before
Clueless and free from grudge, we are thrown into this world
And lose ourselves painfully in big hopes
Stumble through a brutalized world, seed wind, but harvest storms
Burn constantly our hands in the fire, but fail this life so at least with style
We’re expecting cold days, they’re urging us back home every time
Cause also these weightless hours, are more delusion than reality
And so are all these quirky stories life conjectured over the years
No groats worth in the thin light of our final days…
…long live death…
…long live death…