You see a face in the mirror you thought to be disappeared
The creases have embroidered their stories to the surface of the skin
And you feel something gone awaking in your soul
You don't know how you should be, nor in which way
What have your hands done?
It sneakes into the room, you can't fall asleep because of it
Like a devil, barefeet, (along) a hot floor
It dances, like some time (s)he danced next to it
You don't know how you should be, nor in which way
You see a face in the mirror, you see an unknow person
And you know what you wish, but you can't catch it
You don't know how you should be, nor in which way
You can't get away from your sins, and no one will recieve them
What have my hands done?