Now it is dusk, 

looking back at the escaped hours of day

I can see the game of death

The skeleton of memories 

       floats in the eyes

Those who are near to my heart

       have grown old

Will leave everything behond

Only a dormant eternity will remain

I will never call you again in gestures

The sign of victory I will not fly in front of you in a war.

I think the fire of snow will not fall in this coming winter

The waves of youth will not break

       in the heart.

There is nothing I could achieve,

Only carrier of meaningless dreams

All around me void reigns.

Spring never came to me, only Sahara's aridity danced around.

Yet I'm happy sipping the essence of death

And will accept obediently 

     thee order of Supreme Lord

I don’t aspire for a special day if I’m asleep.