Rearing the lool from the sun

I would never know the latest

day I woke up in the cold broke

that I promised, fading away, my light.

Tell me, my repertory, if this will last

what more they want my pride

to give

and why - I ask you why am I

the only figure

kept alive.

They had to do what

was to do what

did what in the mind

of a force known as the

sense of man

got banned and mystified ...

So lead me back,

my repetory of grey

where I belong and never can

be in possiblity to lose

my weight, my inner peace,

my way

and when you, my repertory,

ever will turn from

grey to freedom I forget

I will forget my fault

my fault,

my very fault