You have pierced me, human being,
it wasn`t for the first time and I believe it wasn`t for the last time.
You even don`t know it
but so often you are shedding my blood,
frequently I do not have the strength for you.
Then I retire into my palace veiled
in the morning vesture of apathy.
Still I haven`t found inside of you
what I am looking for a long time.
Silently I just beg this wasn`t phantasm...
How much more shedded blood and tears is
awaiting before my soul comes home?
The eyes of mine sow the wistful
longing on the firmament.
I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding
Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones.
When I advance on my way... I`ll begin to pray for you.