I went to see the man, who claims to be the «Shephard of the sheep»
His room was broken into and vandalized
Who forced the door? Who stole the truths?
Sometimes I wonder what I set about to found
And what is hiding still, through the swift fierce years
Nothing around here I believe in Shepard was found naked and ashamed
Asleep in the mouth of the day
Dice already has been thrown
Goodbye goodbye
Some people cry, truth will come
Truth will out, poems are gone, light is dim
Nothing around here I believe in Said: «Far from me I got no messages!»
Hero has looked in the mirror, with complete contempt
Heroin has studied her face, and its defects
Nothing around here I believe in Said: «Far from me I got no messages!»