Текст песни Песнь цветов - Колыбельная Смерти

The chain of a young life is broken,
The path is over, the hour is beating, it's time to go home,
It's time to go where there is no future
No past, no eternity, no years;
Where there is no expectation or passion
No bitter tears, no glory, no honor.
Where remembrance sleeps deeply
And a heart in a cramped coffin house
Doesn't feel that the worm is gnawing at him.
It's time. I'm tired of earthly worries.
Is it really the noise of soulless pleasures,
Is it the torture of useless thoughts
Is it really a proud crowd,
Which is foolish from wisdom,
Can it be that the virgins are insidious love
Will they seduce me before my death again?
Do I really want to live again
To continue to suffer in my soul
How much love? Almighty god
You knew: I could not stand it any longer;
Let the whole hell embrace me
Let me suffer, I'm glad, I'm glad
At least doubled against the past days,
But only further, further from people.