I placed my hand on little fidget Jewess in the pure white snow Uniform on which talent draw a skull gave shelter from the cold But it was really not the same without you, you know I think I'm just about done... all I got I gave back fourfold All deeds for the right cause are followed with forty silenced years After that is said nothing worth repeating here What starts today with his cheap trick attracting mortal fears Will lead to grand re-opening... of thousand Treblinkas And Ruby speaks through me; she says truth cannot be measured It does or does not exist like you; as far as I'm considered Though loved no colours said, they should be treasured Which I found irrelevant and so unpleasant But nothing changes The shape of cross will still cause fear and loss of sanity Little knowledge is still evil and leaves us astounded with unexpected Moments of confusion, mass realisation of the vanities When eyes open, promises shatter, air fills with ashes... of thousand Treblinkas For Ruby speaks so I could spend my silenced forty years Express no feelings and just pray none urges talk to me This one goes among the fights one just cannot win It's all in timing; all now on depends of our lonesome heroine We have room for one more Send her my regards Do you remember Babylon? How I came back to the war By then it had gone cold And the wind tore off your cloak Ruby you wore it for the world And deep in your fiery heart You yearned to reborn I told you it would hurt