Do not call me, father
Do not seek me
Do not call me
Do not wish me back
We're on a route uncharted
Fire and blood erase our trail
On we fly on wings of thunder
Nevermore to sheath our swords
All of us in battle fallen
Not to be brought back by words
Will there be a rendezvous?
I know not
I only know we still must fight
We are but sand grains in the infinite
Nevermore to meet
Nevermore to see light
Farewell then, my son
Farewell then, my conscience
My youth and my solace
My one and my only
And let this farewell
Be the end of a story
Of solitude vast
And which none is more lonely
In which you remain barred
Forever and ever
From light and from air
With your death pangs untold
Untold and unsoothed
Not to be resurrected
Forever and ever, an eighteen year old
Farewell then
No trains ever come from those regions
Unscheduled or scheduled
No aeroplanes fly there
Farewell then, my son
For no miracles happens there
As in this world
Dreams do not come true
Farewell
I will dream of you still as a baby
Treading the earth with little strong toes
The earth where already so many lie buried
This song to my son then
Has come to its close
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