Sometimes when it's dark I see the man staring at the sun With his eyes open wide not blinded by the light It seems so long that I followed him down the lightish way And once I distressed him it got darker with each day Sometimes when it's dark he kisses my lips with vermillion He whose mouth is like a flame 'Til my tongue is torn and bleeding And as the spirits gather in the coldness of the field I started waving the flag And through the black morass I fled, I jumped, I fell Nowhere to find my way By sunrise I'll try to break him I don't know where he is from And when it falls I try to take him The man behind the sun I passed the garden grey until the fields felt endlessly And I saw him standing desperately by the oldest of the trees I sat in the black field and storms sthe corn I heard the woeful cries of men By sunrise I'll tr y to break him I don't know where he is from And when it falls I tr y to take him The man behind the sun Severe storms destroyed the fields of sorrow My calls fell silently alone The flag I waved before was long gone Taken by the man behind the sun At sunrise I tried to break him I don't know where he is gone And as he fell I stood behind him The man behind the sun