"темный дорожного смог увидеть, кто путешествует он"

A gloomy insanitarium appears on the left
Brook's farm of roses appears at the right
but still, the dark road remains out of sight
Alone, as one treads, heart filled with fright
through the curving trails and barriers on this road called life
as one travels the dark road into the night
only able to see what's shown by moonlight
One is worried that imagination will soon take flight
and transform tree twigs into demons of the night
Closed eyes, open ears, broken heart, impertinent mind
one hopes that transparent prophecies are easy to find
but as one walks this dark road, lonely and blind
one crosses the line that divides reality from the jagged hands of time