My soul is just a dark forest for everybody
Like a star it will fly over the sky
Let the names of the others are so famous
But what will be the difference beween us then?
                            When we fly?

From what point of the day  is this feeling to start
Who is wise  will know what this is about
The stream of the time  and the rhyme  of the times
Cannot prevent our life from working out

What of endless dishonesty
Where the truth was overgrown with the falsehood
When empty hands wanted more  and more
When even invisible words were not so good

My soul was rushing everywhere
From Heaven to Hell  and back again
And at last a  spark warmed in my heart
O, my God. I was so glad because of that.