Burning the flesh with hope, I was going through thicket of centuries.
The pain was becoming my clothes, a burden of deadly sins.
The cold and wet wind was lashing me badly on the face.
For a long time I was knocking at the doors and windows, the life was nearing to the end!
Nothing to lose,
Here is my freedom.
The wind has dispersed all my secrets,
And I do not care anymore.
Nowhere to run,
There is no such ford.
After all, I myself can`t
Cross this river of parting.
The oblivion became my soul, the melancholy became my conscience.
But I have forgotten what confusion is and what I was looking for.
Who and for what has cursed me became all the same to me.
Though, I am unfree; I am unfree; I only know one thing...
Nothing to lose,
Here is my freedom.
The wind has dispersed all my secrets,
And I do not care anymore.
Nowhere to run,
There is no such ford.
After all, I myself can`t
Cross this river of parting.