You, defining you,
To good kids, to patriots
You, defining you
To dishonest, to one has no sympathy
To the fickl lie.
How many winters in a row
wolf was sleeping, bird was sleeping, dungeon was sleeping.
There was a world which flows with booming fluidity outside
Just me haven't slept
How many beloved spring
I have wear off shackles because of your longing
Let me to put crimson roses to your hair
one for this side
one for that side...
You, screaming you
To the bottomless dwells
To a shooting star
To a single match
To a match which is fell in
the loneliest wave of the ocean
Fist loves has lost its charm
has lost its kisses
has no share, from the nights that suddenly fall
A glass, a cigarette, to the one who lost in the reverie
You, I wish I could define you...
Your absence is the other name of hell
I fell cold, don't close your eyes...