A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare His face is grievously embalmed in baked clay But his spirit continues to pulse inside me He said, "Sometimes you need to risk, to do something else" "Ought to forgo guarantees, 'cause they are also compulsions" His words are my oracle Also after a long time I told my story to him And his eyes turned into a loving smile There is silence now The beasts have arrived And their fangs have caught them all, but me But me But me But me The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destiny The spirit of the right conscience will pulse Inside me forever and ever and ever A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope A veiled fog alights... I crossed it pensive... A veiled fog alights... I crossed it pensive... (I crossed it pensive...) I crossed it pensive...