In a misty haze, where reality floats,

With the eyes of the past, you call to the present.

Forgetting that time moves relentlessly forward,

You live in vain with the ghosts of the past.

With people from the past, you can't build a future,

You only build walls and isolate yourself from the past.

It's a prison of sadness rather than freedom,

And you can't open new doors.

Smoke and ashes - that's what you'll leave,

The cold of ingratitude, the burning pain of envy.

The anger that gnaws, you won't leave a day,

Only the shadows of the past play your role.

In the animal world, there are different beasts,

Different ways of life, their own strength and power.

In the human world, there are different animals. We are the same, believe me,

Only beasts in different bodies.

You catch glances as if you were familiar,

And the voices echo from those long-ago years.