I was born to carry a star on my shoulders
until the twilight of the mighty anguish
and then, I shall deny it, wretched,
just like I would deny a bitter cluster,
while all I've carried on my rocky bones
will follow the cold paths of the Universe.

Its austere light will burst in suffering...
I'll know my time has come,
when the bitter dust would flow behind me,
and through mists I'll wander
towards horizons which weave meadows of darkness
on this infinite canvas, near an infinite steam.