Desinvolture کے بول

I sleep the sleep of the hermit I found a safe place up above the world Where no one could really hear my song or read my lips I roam in my thoughts I visit the fire, but I stay away if there's people I only ever mingle to be a stranger among them I've seen what they've done to the city But it's me, guarding their flame now As I sleep the sleep of the hermit As I eat the bread of the vile Up above thе world, for no one to know To remain completе, the man must at all times At all costs, keep some part of himself beyond Beyond this life, beyond the laughter and the tears Outside, as the complete outsider