Before the exit I revealed that
I won't return here anymore
I know that all this I'll forget
Beside me appears small fear

What expects me there
on the other side? Shall I bear?
Shall I have as much
Weasel and heat?

I feel one compresses me
I feel how one pulls me
They know I'll confuse
Adieu my old refuge
I have more huge

To become recognized is gravely
Am I needed for that world of destiny?
To be where it is necessary
But shall I be able to be there?

Why I'm expected there
on the other side? Why'm I cared?
What do I have except
Weasel and heat?

I feel one compresses me
I feel how one pulls me
They know I will roam slow
Good night my home

21 марта 2001 г.