from DIEVS IR MIRIS / GOD IS DEAD, released November 1, 2001
[English translation]

…with old needle we will patch up the sky, will be sky with patches. Will put up bars for all windows, so we cannot go out and no one can come in. Will hide behind our shadows. Will collect in jar our pains, our sorrow, our joy, our happiness. Will live off feelings. Will draw on walls all kind of light with our snivel, our blood, our laughs, our tears. Will veil everything with curtains. With rusty nail will scratch the wall, to creak, to sound, to clatter. Just will never walk on circle. Will never walk on the same circle. Will look at the mirrors; will break the mirrors. Will chew something. Will tear off from walls wires. Will switch a lot off lights on. Will dream. Will screw in new bulb. Will hide each form other, one from another. Will not breath. Will pretend, that we are what we are, that we are alive. Will not wait for anything; will stay there. Will not hide. Will be ourselves. Not copies, but our own, originals. Will burn our own curtains. Will bend out from window and play tragic. I know, we can. We can. We must. No one else, we. I know, we can. As old solders after battle. From all fellows only one have stayed alive, and he too, hardly shambling goes to brooklet and falls in. He doesn’t want to die, but he will die. He must die. That is war. That is life. Someone comes into this world, but someone must pass away. Someone comes, but someone must leave. Nothing stops, everything just continues. Like clock-work, which goes its senseless circle and circle again. Will scratch in walls, will not put the lights on. Will not give up. Will not give up. Will live. Will color eyes so no one can see them. Will pretend, that we live. Will pretend that all is over. Will pretend that everything is all right. And just permit, that all is well. Somewhere we will come, just if we go. Somewhere we definitely come, we just must go. I believe that we will get somewhere. We just have to go somewhere. We must do something. No matter what. Will colour eyes, will pretend, will live. Will tear off curtains. Will colour walls and eyes. So no one can see. I know we can. We must. They don’t believe anymore, they are dead…We must, who else, if we not. We must go further, war is over. All is over, light is over, we must go. We must go! We must go. Let me out! Let me out! Let…