I have seen too much noise,
The white paper, unable to bear, becomes chaotic.
The wise one heals, searching for pride within,
While the noble gentleman laughs coldly in the corner.

Endless, beautiful songs continue to cry out,
They fear no one will notice, their work praised.
Chaotic, noisy, the human world lacks justice.
I leave the world, not acting in the right order, to live freely.

Here everything ends, the spring and winter alternate,
The past is scattered in the mist, every word surrounded by gold.
In the mountains and rivers, there’s no trace of evil words, no sharp tongues.
I raise my head, asking the heavens when I can complete the Golden Circle.

I walk, walk, stop, and have wandered through several decades.
Watching the fading red sunset, becoming more solitary.
More and more, more detailed, the lyrics grow, but so do the doubts about their meaning.
The people around me never doubt the ways of life.

In this land of glory and wealth, the only truth is riches.
The organs and bodies, long gone, leave only golden remnants.
In such a world, it’s hard to stay calm, no one notices the true life.
The night falls, and with it, a deep sigh escapes.
I come to pray, and I leave, going wherever it may take me.