The mournful sound of a bell, people in prayer
My body abandoned in the solitude of the wood, imprisoned
By the rags, compelled to suffer from the frostry contact with
The ground
In the unbroken silence I'm seized with shuddering
I turn into matter and then into dust
She flew up
An imperceptible ascent in the knowledge dimension,
She penetrates the darkest maze of the infinite universe
My ignorant body will never know the eternity formulas
Uh, I'm still, She's fluid I'm frozen She's wrapped up in the
Warmest blows of knowledge, she flies free
The secret will be revealed to her: the ingenious one