The eyes of night march slowly by The last grain falls The kneeling man just sighs Protected by the one great wall Of coloured parts He probes his clouded mind If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day With trembling hands he wipes his eyes He tries to stand But does not feel the need The morning sun shines on The multicoloured cross Left standing through it all If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day If he takes a look around him Is there nothing left to see Is there nothing left at all After the day
left, nothing, multicoloured, probe, around