It seems that wind found me
And turned my head.
And I forgot where I was going
I forgot everything, I forgot everything
I remember the walls: blood was flowing down
I remember the arm that I hit by
Everything other is pieces of dreams
I forgot everything, I forgot everything
I remember shoutings of foreign children
Damns of widows and mothers
Eyes of dying men
But I don't remember where I was
It seems that wind found me
And turned my head.
And it said me that I gone
From place where I had killed everyone