In black and white photographs
There are times when we have real smiles
While playing Lacrimosa in my mind
There is an old book smell here
I leave myself to rustling leaves
I walk in the crowd
Forgotten in Signoria Square
With the souls drowned in the ashes of history
Of the old shimmery respectable nights that bring the paintings to life
Sorrow hidden in melodies
They are all humming around me
While hitting a glass from a glass
Dancing on the wire of the violin around the corner
Dukes and duchesses with their magnificent dresses

The sun hitting the face among the branches
Reflected from the crystal
it's like a rainbow
As you proceed without coming back
deep into the greenery
The birds are going away
among the pine cones
ornaments of our nest
We find ourselves in the scent of pine
Smiles mixed with soil
With ants walking over us
Right after ten trees
There is an endless road for us
One last deep breath
One last look to the world
Among the mountain flowers

I'm in the clouds on a horse
I’m running with my old valiant ancestors
At the point where green and blue meet
The sun is now close to sunset
The wind's touch on my face
I was here a long time ago, I know
My people, my plain, my mountains
Now where my spirit belongs
On Khan Tengri Mountain

An anonymous man among the anonymous
As you glide through the melody of your heart on the crowded streets
A cloud collapses into your eyes on the trail of a storm
Movie frames falling from your life
Swept across the wind
Your mother's last smile
Kiss of your first love
In the dusty pages of your mind dried cherry flowers
Now they are all in lost lands