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