Man watches the world with closed eyes He aspires after the colours of completeness Reaching his hand to the gasping tomorrow And he finds: "All is not the same..." Man wrapped himself in a black gown Rambling in the verdant valleys of eternity Vagrant begs for a coin for his depression Man laughs and goes away UNITY'S INTERLUDE DYES BLIND TOMORROW He picks up fragments from the ground And sells 'em to some ignorant shapes From tears he builds up brooks Where lunacy's bark boats sail He dispels sorrow with recorder Tones of griefs soar away Pain and pleasure have involved into one But the eye of time has faded Apathy and disgust merged And seas are divided Anticipation is over at last And sunset glow's brilliancy of colours celebrates it Unity has involved in its cloak Everybody has disappeared in vanity Still there's footprints in the snow And they lead us up to the north...