I lived in this world,
All wandering along the edge of abyss
In spite of it all.
I made all my bets on the wind,
They thought I was gambling,
But I had luck.
I launched the yellow pages of the calendar
Across the September sky.
First snow melts,
Falling from the sky
Looking like smoke.
The commanders of snow
Don't know how to be compassionate
Towards their people.
And the silence is all the more quiet,
Winter stands above you like a wall.
Everything is covered with the light white snow,
Water has taken your paddle away.
Don't try to get out on the ice,
The new spring will kill you.
Over the last edge
The snow is melting soundlessly.
Forget it.
The fountain of April is gushing
In order to bring you back
Using lies.
In those places nobody is waiting for you,
The new spring will kill you.