I am a light in the darkest night,I am a stone on the road that is right,I am a mead in a sorrow's potion,I am but a tear in a life’s ocean.I am not one to follow,I am not one to blame,And my pass won't be sorrowed,Thus I don't feel ashamed.I am not of the chosen,I am not of the right -I am just but a mortalWho is simply not blind.And I don't see the future,And I can't alter souls,I am but a life's teacherWho has no selfish goals.And as long as I'm hereStanding fast, holding ground,You may not have the fearFor new life is around.All to see you are happyLightened ones, helping others,So one day in the long lastI can call you “my brothers”.
Человек Многих Имен
I don't know why I feel I amOnce lived through all of this - and thenI have forgotten who I was,Who were my friends, who were my foes,How I was called, and how I died ...This feeling does constantly bite,But still my memory is mist ...It's like I start with empty list.And yet some sparks of former lifeFeel very old the time I diveInto reflection of myself -And this makes squeeze my soul nerve.I feel I once had many names ...Are these but dreams, just madness games ?I might have gone completely mad,But these feelings long have bred.I worn them all, they were like clothesFor man with many names I wasAnd many faces I once had ...I am, no doubt, truly mad.How one can live the endless lifeAnd pass through death ... and still survive ?And still in times remember thatAnother own name he had ?They are all mine, I once were them,All these persons in the pram,Like were-man I always shift ...Is it a curse, is it a gift ?Is there is one beyond them allThat is my only truly goal,The one, who never had the name,The Nameless One ... are we the same ?I will remember once them allFor this is only worthy goal ...The time will come, I'll pass through flamesTo be the Man Of Many Names.
