I am walking in the forest of my own life
I feel at once and suddenly inside,
I love so much this nice and magic day
I am breathing this so wonderful and mental way
And in the sunny place of forest’s edge
Shall open wind the list of fairy page
I am satisfied with piece of tasty cake,
That just your earthly hands can only make
The trees are rustling nice about something,
I am crazy quiet about silence and unusual exciting
The lock is free... The door just opens...so slowly
In one small house of yours beautiful and tender soul
Пустота, одиночество, боль
Вот удел- край пристанища твой...
Даже если сто тысяч имён
Рядом... ты пустотой окружён...
И на смертном одре тет а тет,
Ты и бездна такой вот сюжет...