A prvilege is circling in the sky in invisible speed
Not knowing anything
We are obliged only to follow
With which authority can we refuse?
If I dive off there
It'll beyond me and everything goes forward
I raise my arm, thinking I understood
I follow this large line of people
Conversation is the only way, I release and return
Connected and go on
The course to a conclution
A beautiful time has passed
Only the darkness and vivid red flash over the road
The light is too small
Can't see ahead
We reach our hands to our destination

Who is to blame for this heart that killed
Had a will to return, but he reproached me
Solidly wait for a next chance
Why he seems so gentle is because he is wrapped
In a curtain and a shower of light
And he hides the truth with the language
He had barely studied. We don't wish to, but he talks
The opposite. Holding the peace as an excuse
Words he tells are vague. Acceptants don't bother to
Replace them into their own words
They just repeat what they're told
Even truths are known
Even everything is understood
Reconciliation covers whole
It changes the air. It changes the faces
Stare at only a moment ahead and hold on to tomorrow
Not only the right things exist
Crucial to think about it but the acceptants don't even think
They pretend they are not listening
They must have heard
They must have seen
Have a conviction but to be vanished deeply in grumble
The time was surely beautiful
It had been sunk into oblivion
Standstill is an absolute necessity. I look around
Despair and the speed overflow in my mind

(English translation)