The stars fall one by one
i will wear them, will wear them as precious stones
and i will imagine, with the nightfall
and a shield covered my body
Because the air is full of the breathing of owls
nothing to see, no way to know the paths of tomorrow
and it's possible that you will never return
to your home, where you live
And your hours - wonders of time
and your hopes - wonders of light
perhaps you won't drink more until their end
you are the intoxicated one, the intoxicated one