Entichers... even if I don't understand the truth

I watch the unchanging scenery
it has been some years since then
from this cage with only one small window
I wait for you

I sing a song over and over again
without getting weary with my already hoarse voice
together with the flying snow, will bury the empty space

the me that wait and think until the reach of madness
you are probably...yes probably forgetting about it but
Entichers...that is the meaning of existence

Entichers...even if I don't understand the truth
today again I will repeat over and over
together with the snow
until the song breaks off