I know no more,
From where this immense grief comes.
My very consciousness
Refuses to tell me,
In which way the pain works.
I can't figure out,
What's the source of melancholy.

I know no more,
How the hell this map works.
What's the root?
What's the end?
What are the lanes and bylanes?
I can't imagine,
What it looks like from eagle's eye.

I am swayed to unknown.
Am I swayed to unknown?