So, what could I say to this man? He's drying in the wind
Whatever filters his pain, the scars of time
The issue are not powerful tides, is how he navigates
Whatever filters his pain, his dying

Parts of wonderful tones, them are floating in the wind
Whoever reaches them again, shall be a
Fine rewarded son, or a maiden who will care
And find the filters for him, his merry dance and joy

Whatever filters, whatever eases the pain inside his heart
Cuz I really miss him
Whatever filters, whatever eases his lonely hidden words
Ho dear darlan listen
Please find the filters, your clown's becoming the garrik's final joke
And I can't stand losing him
Whatever filters, whatever eases the spell haunting his thoughts

Ladies and gentleman, be welcome to the show
Tonight we got a hell of an incredible trick
Look our buffoon from the clock tower disappear

I'm looking right now to this man, a human labyrinth
Whatever filters his place, his thousand corridors
The issue is not in the surprise, surprise, is how he traps his gifts
Whatever filters his pain, his dying

Parts of wonderful tones, them are floating in the wind
Whoever reaches them again, shall be a
Fine rewarded son, or a maiden who will care
And find the filters for him, his merry dance and joy

Whatever filters, whatever eases the pain inside his heart
Cuz I really miss him
Whatever filters, whatever eases his lonely hidden words
Ho dear darlan listen
Please find the filters, your clown's becoming the garrik's final joke
And I can't stand losing him
Whatever filters, whatever eases the spell haunting his thoughts

Whatever filters, whatever filters the pain from the strife
Leaving him to waste it all, whatever filters, this rotten pie
Whatever filters, whatever filters
Cuz that clown is my joy and name