I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing.
What could it even offer? I wanted the world
That’s already been sold. They say it is cold
But then, you sell your soul
To faith, to work, to life and oh! Love!
Kisses, never moist, eyes, always closed;
Words so deep, voices shallow.
Freedom forever sealed in sheath,
I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing;
It was as still as ever, something I could never be.