Low!, a dry well a appears in my thoughts
When dreams, they have come lies
My eyes are too old to see
The truth´s so far

Oh, will I find another chance to break down the walls of fate?
No!, will I know who I am to go back and start again? Again...

Only Arts give us a lenitive to our pain
While we contemplate a work
By mere aesthetic delight
We escape from the tyranny of will

Deliverance from pain is the annulment of the cause
Finding the stage of indifference
As we have waived for what we are
We sink in the arms of the mild nothingness

I ask the wise man about the meaning of my life

Oh, don´t hear the answer
No, don´t hear the answer

The will is just a longing, a longing, nothing else
As it is no determined, it will never be satisfied
The knowledge is our savior, what fills up our black void
As we reject the ignorance we´ll find another sight

A dry well appears in my thoughts
When dreams they have become lies
My eyes are too old to see
But the truth is near

No, don´t hear the answer
No, don´t hear the answer

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