Letra da Música: The Steppen Wolf - Yatrogeny

He came from the deep of the abyss and mystic paradise, live in
the world as fit not outside the world, folded before all spiritual restlessness
and the elevated thing, dreamed about the intellectual landscape of another
Life.

He lived uncomfortable before the insignificant sense of living
Patient of the consequent spirit to his intelligence. He lived in close
isolation towards the perception on sublimates it, conjugated reasoning

And sensitivity in lobo steppen
their cautious said see the conquests of the spirit, aversion and loathing
before the eternal purity, singular character, their spirit was lost

In the bitterly sad desperation, eyes, evident melancholy, a desolated
brilliance
illuminated its solitude, adapted the form and silhouette of the margin

Of the knowledge and experience, detested the superficiality incapable
of all sociability, passing through the limits of the conventional thing. After
the deep eminence and yearning, the delicate and cloudy solitude will arrive.

It's eagerness was to dream an absurd and skifull world never, core
multifaceted of lobo steppen.