For a long time, I was made of time
On the funeral march made of memories

For a long time, the time on it’s silence
Feed itself from my reason, …destroyed

When I stand on my feet
Than I looked into the shine
I contemplate the blowing sun in your mouth
Like this I got born to sing the time and court
The funeral of the Nexus Alma

Tomorrow I’ll see what I haven’t see yesterday
Tomorrow I know I’ll see
But tomorrow’s just a piece of life
Such of a scarce life

For a long time, the time on it’s silence
Feed itself from my reason …destroyed