On the brink of the world the old star burns down It gives not enough light and too little warm Only radioactive winds storm everywhere It gradually cooled down millions years She took away with it to the grave a life As once it gave
No life No hope Only cold
Monstrous cataclysms occur till now But the destiny of this world is clearly visible Time is ruthless to all White dwarf and dead planetary remains Decorated with ice sculptures Of the true creator of the Universe
If only light would suffice to see greatness of a picture If only there was someone to look at this splendours
The lifeless nature regenerates, when the life dies away And even in death there is a sense, but not in 'that leaves forever'
On the brink of the world the old star burns down She pick up the rests of a crop of alive