Nemo [English translation]

Mine it doesn't concern me

Of grief of bliss of hope

Maybe now the world is in (its) eyes

Maybe differently

others are building me

I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*

Memories are eager(craving) to ride

Moon is cold as a rosebud

Moon is the thorn that's

stinging me tonight

It looks like I'm gone again

Scents, incense and corn's tassel

Of grief of bliss of hope

Maybe now the world is in (its) hands

Maybe differently

others are building me

I pray (bow) and with thirst I rise like the sun*

Memories are eager(craving) to ride

Moon is cold as a rosebud

Moon is the thorn that's

stinging me tonight

Heavens are singing about Glory