I matured my soul for the light
The light and clear days
My view was white
like a monastic bed
I carry my own fire openly
Not afraid of being burned by it
But listen how terrible it sounds
A snowstorm is knocking at the window
Every ball of the snowstorm
of this snowstorm is alive
The light of the streetlights is reflecting
in the windows of evil eyes
Demons call you to come outside
into the harsh cold and the snowstorm
There where water is dead
There where gas stupefies
White walls, keep and save us,
Without eyes that are harmonious
Without words that are without mouths
My silence is my enchantment
My darkness is a sick sister
While I live, while I live
They won't enter here, they won't enter here
They won't enter here, they won't enter here
Demons ask to serve
But I serve no one
Even myself, even you,
even one who has power
If he still lives,
Then I don't serve him either
I regularly stole so much fire
In order not to steal from him anymore
Demons roar with laughter on the roof
on the roofs of such a night
A long night for those
For those who don't want to wait
But it will fly away faster
Faster than the birds
If I didn't exactly know
I wouldn't have guessed
I matured my soul for the light
The light and clear days
My view was white
like a monastic bed