you will not see more dreams again
You will not wish to live further
Where should you go? what is you role?
Realize, through a dark wood you run
Do you hear symphony in crying minds
Drops freeze on your lips and the wind dries it up
Deride yourself as hard as nails
How many tortures the loneliness will send you?
Is it too much expressions?
You will wound
Wound by your life
In your eyes, gleaming from million fears
The silent pain has fallen asleep
The wind takes away your tears
And they are scattered by silver hoarfrost of a death sound
On the black ground
It is deadlock; look around on your gloomy world
Reject it! Do not look back
Send up kite of your sadness wish
And dry up tears
Inhale lives!
Die in harmony...
(Die without a pain)
The artificial reality
Has absorbed your reason completely
Dead leaves of late autumn fly from whiff after your steps
Ahead and behind you there is darkness
Whether the God helps you? It is not complex to help you...
In fact the live and death - all the same for you
You talk with the dead trees
Also you catch their answers
They keep you and hold in embraces
In private with shadows walking slowly and softly
Under cover of night and in presence of nightmares
