We are all gardeners illusions Dreaming to live, where we will take us. Sometimes we do not notice Aliens - closer every hour.
We are trying not feeling Caring for loved ones and friends And every time betraying My relatives we make a hurt.
The day will come when Big illusion flower, And with him and life will fade - The other will not grow sprout.
He preferred a living fairy tale And the tale hid in the waves. We are more often appreciated where we are not, And where we are - we are not glad to us.