I revolved with the Earth in uncertainty and without a name.
I have lived my lives without count.
My life - just a second of a dream in transstellar space.

Fragile pulsation of my anti-life;
vagueness of crystal-clear oblivion
from which the temptress-life has called me
for one short and unfortunate instant.

In a frenzy of despair, in oppressive dismal atmosphere
of seclusion, in a lack of interest in life,
without stimulus, yearnings and hopes,
I continue my way through Deep Space
and Parallel Horizons neither dead nor dreaming.

Thousand times for one my breath,
Madness and Sense have traded places.
I am - a source of impurity.
My World - a veil which hid cosmic chaos.