I can't taste you, I can't think of you

Do we exist at all?

The future doesn't pass

And the past won't overtake the present

All that remains is an obsolete illusion

We are afraid of all the things that could not be

A phantom agony

Do we dream at night

Or do we share the same old fantasy?

I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams

We are afraid of all the things that could not be

A phantom agony

The age-old development of consciousness

Drives us away from the essence of life

We meditate too much

So that our instincts will fade away

They fade away

What's the point of life

And what's the meaning if we all die in the end?

Does it make sense to learn, or do we forget everything?

We are afraid of all the things that could not be

A phantom agony

The age-old development of consciousness

Drives us away from the essence of life

We meditate too much

So that our instincts will fade away

They fade away

Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me

What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony

A te spiritus noster devoratur

Et nostra anima capitur

The lucidity of my mind has been revealed in new dreams

I am able to travel where my heart goes

In search of self-realization

This is the way to escape from our agitation

And develop ourselves

Use your illusion and enter my dream...