O, the knows best,
The observer who remained silent,
I hope you make myself stupid again,
As stupid as a child without memory,
I’m tired of your shadow,
I cannot reveal this mystery yet.
On each side, every corner of your creation,
I’m trying to find out the mystery that you planted,
The hidden truth is embedded somewhere,
I don’t know what i must to do,
Carry out the deferred obligation,
Carry out the tasks that you mean,
You created all this,
I’m getting trapped further away,
I’m lost behind your mystery.
O The silent one
Do you not want to show the meaning of all this,
O my little wanderer,
Are you not able to arouse the silent,
Tell him that I can’t go back yet.