Dym [English translation]

Arrange your world

Where did you get the impression, that there is still time

Even if there was time before

Flowing slower, and everything with it

Your poems, proud today

Why haven't you sent them then?

Arrange your dreams

While in them still live

Shadows of matters you have not begone

Shame to admit it, I also have them

Dreams on the wind, in them poetry

They're not eternal, don't stop dreaming

Truth is like smoke, it rises up to the sky before

Before you'll understand, that dreams

Are to be dreamed and chased after with all the might

Before they change into smoke

Arrange your poetry like this

Like the old luster of desires

It's never too late, to

Return to them, while in them

A spark still shines, let it smoulder

Let it caress us with embers, whatever shall come

Truth is like smoke, it rises up to the sky before

Before you'll understand, that dreams

Are to be dreamed and chased after with all the might

Before they change into smoke