Текст песни Игры - жажду иного образа

I'm tired of this strange world,
man I have tired -
pink stork in Cairo
Now I had become.
or would have a small house,
home to three families.
or the leg of a chair,
that is broken,
and his thoughts clearer than mine.

gradually disappears in Me
all the intensity, all the passion,
because I'm busy reflections:
what would otherwise be a hurry?
though the angle, a full web -
not only human, no!
drag out this life rather:
darkness gives way to light.

but where there!
all that - dreams, of course.
I, frail and small, I can not
leave your image -
sick and sinful.

than I had help? ..
than I had help? ..