Blackening night will hide everything you desire. Dreams will merge into fog of forgotten beliefs. Foggy rain in the autumn – push it away. It seems life but look better – no wish to survive.
Sharpening, sharpening pain Of roses in bunch Will revive you to love What people do love.
Saddening days exchanged for money and gold. One-roomed world is too small to dance in the whirl. Only dark only black, Only death only bad. Only you wait for help of the stars far away.