Days and years passed since
You told me: lead me.
Nights wept with rainfalls,
And music was killed by silence.
Your name was known, known to all
So at least they talked to me.
For a long time, easy dreams wouldn't call,
At night, footsteps would scare me.
And now, the heart is stone
It no longer weeps,
It's not afraid of footsteps
In the evening