We have revived the water or perhaps it simply woke up on its own Anticipatingly... it's murmuring now along its ancient bed Where is the stone... the tower... that worships and reveres us? No such a stone is here, I swear... we're feeling that there should On hottest rods we're shooting through the night along a private garden-way Though we no longer have any business being here On the left-hand side the greenhouse of a market garden What fragile shoots are sheltered there?! Merry Rock dressed in the midnight gown of tears He is sitting on the floor and cries His eyes are gazing at the western sky Oh everything seems lost to him Tapping his shoulder gently My desire hardly concealed You've done a lot already, and much more you will achieve! Sweet syrup consolation is dripping from my mouth Can I, myself, believe this solemn vow? I shattered all the mirrors fearfully hoping That they won't be able to remember my face Darkest of all lights Most greedy to embrace Surrounded by demons Or breathing in life Between the tides the time seems endlessly The force of habit or whatever Pulled me back into a well-known pain What uses the knowledge of my progression When the old world is gone Without a new in sight, with my new found life I am homeless again, again