I traverse the magnetic tape’s surface...
Am I dreaming a beautiful dream?
But the bed sheets are crumpled on purpose,
And the overhead lights are kept dim.

Or the candles are simply extinguished...
I wake up - sticky sweat and cold chills.
In my sleep, praising speech is not finished,
And the torch keeps on burning at will!

I feel wasted, I’m sickly and fragile,
A man-eater devouring himself,
I keep gnawing my hands like a jackal:
That is it! That is all! Nothing else!

From my heart, tear away the aorta, -
It’s high time for my heart to be served.
I should send my distress to post mortem,
Separate me away from myself!

It’s a time in our lives lacking luster.
Bygone days with no surplus to live.
Our life paths carry secrets and laughter,
You’re not doomed if you still can forgive!