The dark feathers of a lonely crow

One by one spread through the forest.

His wings still free, his soul condemned,

His truth shines through his blackness.

Each velvet feather is his messenger

For freedom and equality, for openness,

For all his hopes and dreams of whiteness,

Each velvet feather has its timely cost.

We flew together, with the velvet crow,

We wandered with trains across Europe,

We jumped from the highest bridge,

We lived our only life in the only way.

The dark feathers of my dear friend

One by one spread through the forest.

His wings still free, his soul condemned,

His truth shines through his blackness.