I grew up in the corset of fear
Among bitterly poor actors
Who used to get high on words
In rooms with colorful walls

Nobody watched me walking
So I used to walk all day long
The actors slept at day
I often stroke their hair

Until the moon of life was rising
The actors got up
Chatting in the kitchen
Coffee and cigarettes

Stage plays filled their shelves
Peoples of envy and goodness
Names dripping from paper
On the actors' tongues

Mob of rage and love
I wanted to be an actor
Searched their hair
To find a life's dream

The actors were gently snoring
Asleep they belonged together
Their sleep obeyed a rhythm
So I laid down between them

To awake in a fortress
Grey and barren rocks
Cold wind whistling
Mountains and avalanches

This was a lonely place
Nowhere a sign of life
The actors were lacking
I wanted to be like them

Long since the actors died
I preserve their hair
In the fortress of my wishes
Mountains and avalanches