I'm drowning in the emptiness of this road
in the middle of high buildings
rising to the skies above
as the homes of images of God
who drank from the fountain of youth
built a paradise
but they couldn't find people there
they found long, painful death
Tear rolls, another one rolls, rolls
from eyes water after water
from chest to hem, from hem
into a river and from river into a lake
lake as deep as the deepest sadness is
black as the night sky is dark
birches of underworld, leafless
whisper the names of the two of us
I travel a scenery uncharted
I travel hoping
tired, I rest
in the shades of the birches of underworld
would you say something, do something
to wake me up
so that from the road of underworld, from it's meadows
I could get my life back