I am being driven forward, into an unknown land.
The ground becomes harder, the air colder and sharper.
Touched by the wind from my unknown goal
strings are trembling in [their] waiting.
Still having questions I will arrive, 
where (the tone of) life dies away —
a clear simple note in the silence.
Smiling, candid, unbribable —
the body restrained and free.
A man who became what he could and was what he was —
always ready to gather everything in one simple sacrifice.
Tomorrow we will meet, death and I —
He will thrust his rapier into a man who is awake.
But how does not the memory of every moment 
that I wasted sting me.