Seems like night,
Even the most vigilant guardian angel is sleeping,
And the broadcaster has said "Bye." a long time ago
And if I'd be asked something about time, I'd say: "There is none."
Some park, some chair, me - all alone and
So many questions
But if you would be here, I'd know everything that isn't allowed to be known
Then someone touched me
Is it a hand or a wing?
But there is nothing - only the moon and me.
Blood pulsed in my veins, but I felt that someone was here.
"Begin then, begin then, where do you come from, and tell
about what has not been approved by fate."
I kept asking: "Will you be able?"
And he said: "I will be able."
Then tell me, what will be better?
Giving everything, or that, which I can gather?
Tell me, tell me what will be better?
Tell me, tell me what will be better?
Give myself to others or keep something in myself
Tell me, tell me what will be better?
What will be better?