Оригинален текст
- What were you doing? - Flowing down like rain.
- What have you got? – A loss without a gain:
Songs with no meaning, songs to heal your pain.
Songs light as wind that bear no shame.
- What are we lords of? – Damp and empty halls;
Birds made of ashes and magic crystal balls
There where we walked, unknown voices call -
Wind will come and noone’ll know our name.