I find it hard to write these lines to you
Although I believe that you’ll never read them
I find it hard not to cry for you
Tears that you will probably never shed
I find it hard to give you life
Although time is urging me to
I find it hard to decide for you
For you my child, my trace that remains
My trace of life
My little light in the wind
Are you ready for this time?
My not-begotten child, my trace of life
In this dark time my little spark of hope
My piece of immortality
I wonder what would become of you?
Surrounded by stupidity, envy and greed
Only a cog in the nation’s gears, my little cog
What would become of you there?
My trace of life, my little light in the wind
Are you ready for this time?
My not-begotten child, my trace of life
In this dark time, my little spark of hope
My piece of immortality
I often think of all those hours of lifetime
In which you trickle away from me
About this path so closely related to you
And I ask myself if this is the beginning for us
My trace of life