Like a ghost
In a nameless crowd
Trying to meet my inner memories
Looking back
Searching for lost candour
We see us
Living alone and lost

Life is a fool on a stage,
A vanishing jest,
Nothing but walking shadows
Days full of fury and sound.
A meaningless path
Leading our paces to dry dust

Just a dream
Driving our lost steps
We thought for
Us joy and endless time
Now you’re gone
Should have been hereafter
There would have been
A time for such a word

Life is a fool on a stage,
A vanishing jest,
Nothing but walking shadows
Days full of fury and sound
A meaningless path
Leading our paces to dry dust

We don’t live
Blind dreamers caught in a web of lust
We’re yearning…
A sky of lead
Wait for a tear
While we’re trying to see...

...our inmost desires

We don’t live
Blind dreamers caught in a web of lust
We’re yearning…
A sky of lead
Wait for a tear
While we’re trying to see...

We’re yearning…
A sky of lead

A vanishing jest
…and we still are trying.