Where did it go? Where did it come from?
A silly one as well as wise one doesn’t know anything
Lives, dies… one thing breaks into bloom, other faded, faded forever
And winds swept away yellow leaves.
And the sun rose, as it rose for the first time,
And the red dawns, as they floated for the first time,
Will float again, and you, the white faced man,
Will come out to walk along the blue skies
You will come out to look into the gutter, into the well, and endless sea, and you will shine, just like above the Babylon, above its gardens and above the things that will happen to our sons
Just like the blue sky – it has no end
There is no beginning and no end to the soul