As well as the writer’s balcony
Dressed in the ruins of summer,
Autumn slides,
Crowding at the edges of wakefulness.
The still undiscovered adventure,
Sadness being beautiful.

Dreams whisper softly,
Stars fall like tears,
Hearts beat wildly,
Love conquers fears,
Hope blooms eternal,
Time heals scars,
Forever ours.

I run in the rain,
not seeing where I go,
The wind twists my hair and laughing,
takes my strength.
But I'm not afraid,
because I know –Even the rain teaches to love the skies.

Oh Lord,
how few normal people there are in this world!
Only me and my imaginary friends.

About an abandoned city,
where the wind is the only inhabitant,
knocking on windows and singing
through the empty streets.

We are locked within ourselves
and searching for keys we’ve long since lost.
But when we find them,
will we still remember
what we wanted to open?

Only light will remain.
Only light.
And we will forget the words.

And then the night comes –
she smells of fog
and secrets,
with stars looking down from above
and remaining silent.