That, which is argued for centuries, There, where answer is found, All is the world, where a human doomed to death Can’t find himself The whole universe being Is the universe dust kept in centuries. We don’t notice how We doom everything to ashes.
Fool’s tread has no borders He erases them He calls himself falsely And boasts of the rightless right What will we leave on the Earth? - Trace of burning darkness, Bones, keeping the secret, Moment, when we’ve doomed ourselves
And where no arguing will be Where no answer will be found There is a world, we didn’t save The non-existent world.