The wind brings the news that the new one arrives   The night she'd a tear driven to despair   The fate does not belong to him anymore   He must take part in spectacle the nature prepared     Life, it is nothing but a clean   Blotted out and patient sheet   What a great responsibility   For this who holds the pen   Reminiscences of youth   Closed in the old photographs   Testimony of reality   Writing it down is a pure formality     I can see him sitting at the table   In manners and gestures he behaved so exquisite   I'll never forget the words he said   "The world you brought to life I often visit"     The darkness came   Scenes before my eyes   Now I know   Where the truth lies.     I close my eyes I can feel no pain   The sound of blast echoes in my head   His face with a worried frown   I can see myself lying on the ground     Life, it is nothing but a clean   Blotted out and patient sheet   What a great responsibility   For this who holds the pen   Reminiscences of youth   Closed in the old photographs   Testimony of reality   Writing it down is a pure formality