Love which was to create a paradise has become a whitewashed tomb Hallucinations were heresy in the face of a sober mind How easy it is to become a toy How easy to give blind faith Love reveals its true face in the course of time Usefulness has its human limits More and more And when you run out of breath and the bar is too high The dream of the power of love fades away Only the ruins remain And this lack of gratitude But what Egoism has a bloodthirsty quality