Thousand are the words As I close my eyes And drown in my little Prayer for nothing Like dust dissolving in a water Too deep, too cold, too dark I paint a pale imitation of happiness With the weak brushes of Passing desires I portray the thousand pale signs And the thousand bright years Wasted after the illusion Of a NO MEANING life While everything disappears Like a child begging for mercy I close my eyes and save A last prayer for nothing Waiting for an end that Never comes.