When I was a little child
An angel taught me how to fly
And how to dwell in joy;

Then I grow up and met the Beast,
She told me: «Hate’s the only law
‘cause love is not so strong».

Into black sands I’m sinking:
Without a hope I’m drowning
In the mud of this life,
Where the stars don’t dare to shine,
Toward the gloomy abyss
In which nothing happens
And nothing changes.

I’m thirty‐three, I’ve lost my name
In the middle of the night;
Will I find a way out?

So confused and mystified,
Like a drunk without his wine,
I’ll just lie down and cry.