[Verse]
And this passion inside, that seemed to have reached its peak long ago
And the pale light of the Moon, that scatters glares on your white skin
Like clues of a clumsy killer, and cries almost not muffled by a pillow
And your flexible waist, and that wild fear — so disgustingly sticky
And this smoke so gray, yellow light from the windows opposite
And this pack of sketches, where once I sketched your profile myself
This black tile and a white Opel parked below
And gloves, so that curious operative couldn't find fingerprints
And tape on the wrists, and a tiny elevator, and a cramped trunk
And the path that winds over long bridges across the dark bay past high-rise buildings
That will soon melt away somewhere in the distance and gradually be replaced by a strange landscape
As if it came from Dali's paintings, and trees waving to us with their leafy plumes
And a sharp detour, and your quite delicate weight
In my arms these clouds are a white veil, like a bride's veil
An ancient sphinx guarding the entrance to this cold forest
The burden of thoughts, the crunch of branches, and my quest nearing its end
And your tickets to the front row in this black mass
Those like us in the Red Book, and those like you in the yellow press
That detective who will later put forward several versions about the kidnapping
This is the whole universe

[Chorus]
Among many worlds (Among many worlds, among many worlds)
Among many worlds (Among many worlds, among many worlds)
We are just a speck, lost somewhere in the cosmic darkness, a lonely micron
This is the final station, snow covers the deserted platform

[Verse 2]
And a hoarse groan and a piercing scream, and the flight of owls and this creepy trip
And an altar, whose sight causes shivers and a knife sharper than a dozen razors
Figures in robes at the edges of the glade and a multitude of stars in the cloudy sky
And a whistling whisper that penetrates the skull, filling your consciousness with sweet poison
And a cold, cold, cold world, covered with snows and swamps
And dead gods who will come at the call, remaining eternally hungry
Creation of light, creation of darkness
Those who were born and those who perished
And the bas-reliefs on the walls around, obscene like the Tijuana Bible
And we, who came here for divine will, like Moses to Sinai
And enemies who managed to bury us, but did not know that we are seeds
Of an ancient, dark cult, whose keepers held a seminar here
And you, out of place, like an imperial horse brought to the Roman Senate
And the dances of wind and snow, and again as if in a dream you are
This glassy, detached gaze, as if you are not here at all
And the fear that it will awaken when the obsidian of these blades touches your skin
This is the whole universe

[Chorus]
Among many worlds (Among many worlds, among many worlds)
Among many worlds (Among many worlds, among many worlds)
We are just a speck, lost somewhere in the cosmic darkness, a lonely micron
This is the final station, snow covers the deserted platform

[End]