Outside the window, snow in silence lays, And unexpected boredome takes its place, No hesitation: wine in whiskey fades, My tongue is senseless, tastes have lost their face. My notes have filled my notebook just like dust It's nighty night, and soon just sleep will last. At once the city'll yawn and cool, And silence will become the one to rule. Three days beside the window I do stay, And emtiness my body takes away, In snowy distance, glare does decay, I dream of goddes, who is far away. In \"far away\", where waves do sing their song, Where sun is shining brightening your home, In place I've passed by chance of roam, Great love has found me, filling up my soul. Dayly and nightly I hear the wash, See how the sun beam is playing awash, Think of your smile and of laughter of yours, Raving of land which is free from the sores. Life seldom gives us the bouquet of rose, Often we think :\" It is not seriOus\". We fall sleep as the captives of dreams, Later awakend by song of our griefs.