You see buildings full of emptiness, darkness, and cold

Yet he restored vision of the blind, hearing of the deaf, life to the dead

Now in the corners lurks the laughter wrapped in sorrow over the lost paradise

The world full of saviours sneers at the master

Who abandoned among poems, cries over shabby sandals

What's the price of the death?

Richness, power and disit brotherly roll in the holy mud of destiny

Howl in triumph the ode to nonentity

There's only a bird with the clipped wings left

But he too slowly skins in the sea of unfulfilled hopes

Unfulfilled hopes [x4]