Irti [English translation]

An anvil to the chest

My head to a breaking wheel

The sound of thunder

My plug

Off

The inflammable cloth is fastened with belts

It can't be torn off

A locked room, which to hate

A mirror in the room, which to hate

In the mirror watches, who to hate

Only one of us, which to hate

Off

To put together the fragile pieces of a dish

Please come, stay there, please don't ever let go

Off

When the bonfires are burning

Off

When the evil spirits come

Through the doors I escape, fumbling in the safety of dark

Through the doors, I know; there's a door to beyond knowledge

Writing, endless writing, wordless

Writing, which fascinates, writing, which pulls

Off

When the bonfires are burning

Off

When the evil spirits come