Hear my remarks
We’re the root and not the cause
You can't keep us
You can’t

Keep us dumb with false promises
Make us deaf with shouting lies

Keep us blind in false reality
And make us feel
everything is alright
everything is alright

Is this the place
Where poets are supposed to live?
Where history was written
with the blood of artists?

The fake safety is the faith
That keeps me locked away.
Carry the burden of the untold stories
Every day

Is it enough to live a simple life
To open up my eyes?
Hear my remarks
We’re the root and not the cause
You can't keep us
You can’t

Keep us blind in false reality
And make us feel everything is alright
everything is alright

The land of peace
Surrounded with hills
An isolated place
Exiled from everything

Unspoiled wilderness
The land of the lost
“I, too, have lived in Arcadia.”

The fake safety is the faith
That keeps me locked away.
Carry the burden of the untold stories
Every day

When I die, write it on my grave:
“I, too, have lived in Arcadia.”