He came for whom were his, but they don't accept him
They know the sacred letters, but they don't want to hear it.
I'm sitting, a little be quite, I see you run without a direction
What you decided to do is not the same place for me
What is your name, I know?
Where are you? And with whom will you be when I call you?
What is your name? I know?
Where are you? And with whom will you be when you wake up?
It seems you gave up to listen to me
How could you loose yourself like that?
Oh, tired soul!
Tired and thirsty, naked by the lack
Or fed by cold things and without life
You took a place at the dead's reunion to rest
And you forgot about my robe
It can cover you up
What is your name, I know?
Where are you? And with whom will you be when you wake up?
What is your name, I know?
Where are you? And with whom will you be when this page turns?
