I won't tell anyone what my tiredness is

Not to hear in response,

That I am a smith

of my miraculous fortune and happiness...

Am I looking for their best advice?

Before I say anything, I will think twice...

I won't tell anyone what my darkness means

Not to hear in response,

That it is just a mist

that happens before the sunrise...

I only ask my Angel in the twilight

what it's all about

And I will ask to let me go,

When there is no way out.