White ashes pile up slowly from the skynOnly the wind that hasn't people's image flies pastnTo a Goddess who likes this view, if I would dien nIf I would prick up my ears to that song, while I recognize itnMy hand will dye in redn nIn this created world they learned boredomnFinished people, like toysnPaint in red this stupid History's endn nIf I would prick up my ears to that song, while I recognize itnMy hand will dye in redn nIn the dream, two footless being have embraced each othernWhen they noticed that a smiling Goddess was coming near to them, they laughedn nShe has killed herself with a lover who was telling her about lovenOn the battlefield I was also on comanAmused Gods sing the gamen nIf I would prick up my ears to that song, while I recognize itnMy hand will dye in redn nIn the dream, two footless being have embraced each othernWhen they noticed that a smiling Goddess was coming near to them, they laughed