In a labyrinth of solitude,
I keep falling into a pit;
a narrow one, dark, deep, bottomless...
together with a huge, bold, sharp sorrow moving all around my soul.
"A paradise for thy hungry soul!", whisper sins.
"Countless scared faces are to dwell here forever!" then sings a bat.
Whe... Where am I?
Suddenly a young spirit starts laughing: "Welcome! Welcome to the cruel death fogged by our dried tears."
O, the eternal life!
There sat an old man in a rusty cage.
I tiptoed into the fog, he lies down.
Greets me by his weak voice: "Come in, come in; Eternal glory thou shalt win!" as he rises his head.
And now... I drink the joy of sorrow till I reincarnate.
A step from the cruel death,
through the eternal life...
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ŐzgűrK.