The light dies out in the windows
It seems that (dies) forever.
On foreign planet
I lose ground under feet.
Half of kindrom for one ticket
It's sufficient price
Out of thousands of ways
I have chosen this.
Hold the air,
The sharp stars.
Touch the huge sky
With hand.
Hold the air,
The sharp stars.
And breath it with you
There, over the ground
My foe in mirror
Will be faithful until an end.
And air arches
Are shaking because of wind
It's so hard to make a step
Harder to make two steps
The way at random
I have chosen the freedom