Who is the old man,
Who fills my heart with greatest pain,
Yet his name remains unheard?

Ai, ai, ai...

I look at you and [bad word] tears shake my eternal Saturnworld.
Who is the old man,
Whose picture burned itself down to the bottom of my soul?

Ai, ai, ai...

You push me back and raise me up,
The criteria for both I long to know.
Who are you I worship?
What is the name of the One I saw?
Tell me how to reach you,
To you I'd bow my head in awe.

Ai, ai, ai...

You speak to me,
But what is it I hear?
We've never really touched...
Such is the design of my greatest fear.

 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] ..

veil I cannot penetrate, in different worlds we dwell,
Attempting to dissolve what separates.

Ai, ai, ai...

I force my face against this strangest membrane-wall
And desperately I call for you
From the darkest depths of my lonely soul.
The mist of the dimensions
Through which to glance it seems not allowed,
Or maybe it's just that our "level" is of no interest
As it is simply too low.

Ai, ai, ai...

Is it [bad word] that only the warriors' strength
Can conquer the mist and then be therefore received?
You turn around the illusion of a voice...
My desire crowned by another defeat.

If doubt walks in I am growing weak
In fear one day all pictures fade.
Lying down, looking inside I call my dead lover in his grave.

Ai, ai, ai...

My eyes have caught a glimpse of you,
Now I devour myself to embrace your peace.
The distance grows, we drift apart.
What is the use of eyes if they cannot see?
Hear me in my darkness, please wait for me,
I'll find the way.
I promise, I shall resist the tides,
Until I'm finally united with you again...

Ai, ai, ai...