From where are these little hands, which I don't know them?
From where are all these words from the bottom knowing away?
All deleted favors crashed in this moment
Promises are distant, sold for forward
From where are these little hands, which I don't know them?
Why did all evil words arise there?
Everything is deleted by force, the only source is staying
They confess only a dead cert, which is on the paper
Now we can't see the peaks
The world is becoming more and more distant
There are no words, which would melt the power
That look betray all these beauties
And we don't know what is this when mistakes are disappearing
And everything other
There is no clouds above us
We don't have a power over her
Big eyes are making the fame
They are looking where do they live.