THE STRANGER
I imagined sitting on the top of the building
Alone with my imagined shadow
The sun sets and brings together the memories of the dear
The bees have long since slept with a green fir
Bird flying south and whispering the lyrics light.

A stranger in the blood and mind, the soul is blurred and chaotic,
Stopper on a hellish road, desert rosy dark,
The dragon's sky shakes the forest, the predictions are accurate,
In the valley of birds, without human faces, happiness is great.

A cold whisper of wind like my lighthouse in the burning sea,
The moon is my star guide to the desert mountain,
The voice of an alien who expects hot dawn,
Crossroads are various as a tangled chain,
Once a stranger, forever a stranger.

Fears are ugly in the city
People are more and more sad,
Friends dishonest and fake
Drug addicts are intense
Clerics are materially stable
Politicians are legally corrupt.

I'm crazy or it's just my imaginary shadow
Which rocks the street in the style of an alien,
He's trying to meet a dream come true
I went from the cliff of the bottom
To win at the height of a star and a planet
To catch the Ikars spirit and myth, to be my shield
To take away the burden that creates a life chain,
I'll always be a stranger.

Rain Dream
The wind blow heavily in this strange land,
The glimpse into the sky is a kingdom grand,
Sun is hiding behind the clouds and flying sandy sand.
Dreamers dream of the wrong dreamd, they misunderstand.
The raven sends messengers into the dark wastland.

She come out a bed time,
Everywhere rain and clouds, we do not hear, use mime.
Sand in the my eyes, I can hardly see it, but
I know, I’m your man prime.
I love you, now and anywhere, anytime.

God, give me wings to fly over the storm,
And take her to my magical time,
Do not let something bad happen over time.

You are the most beautiful dessert flower,
I’m an ordinary anonimus and sometimes just bower.
From her look and winter it’s cower.
God, you have the greatest power,
Wherever I look I see a tower,
And that tower is she and shines like a sunflower.

To be or not to be, I do not know what I’m going to be,
I’m buzzing like a bee.
The wind is strong, where is the lee?
Dreams of my dreams as a very warm sea.
I will wonderland see, with her, I guess, are
Armagedon degree.

A hilly place, that’s my dream,
We are running up, we are a perfect sream,
The temperature is extreme,
Panoramic view is a gleam,
Strong sun send sunbeam,
For the song we are a great theme.

I’m waking up, I’m trying to stop the waking.
Outside the rain, in the window I hear knocking.
People on the street talking about something,
I get up out of bed, walk around the room,
The rain send me smile with mocking.

WRITER IN THE STORM
Scars on the soul, strange is the side, too much pain inside.
The wind carries the fall of the leaves to the other side.
How much does it price to get to Paradise?
God give some advice. Because of which vice I pay the price.

The street is long, black is the night, the old song is heard, I will start writing.
Time is wrong, nothing me affright.
The thought is like a gong, my shadow is bright.
I am writing in the storm, this is my battle,
The eagle sang that I was born, I have to stay hustle.
I like to see bees and  sworm, a dark fuddle.
The road is misinform, there is some light at the end of the tunnel.

Lightning creates my light in this deep and dark night.
A thunderous voice will soon be heard, I write, it's my choice.
I listen to the storm, I look wide, that's my thought on the other side.
Maybe I'll become a hero, or just a zero,
                                        Heavenly stars and night sky are my mirror.

In addition to the scar on my soul, I also carry an Orthodox cross.
I've crossed the road a long time ago.
I became my warrior, I broke the barrier.
I do not care about fame, I have my aim,
Knight of poetry is my other name, we are not all the same.

Everything is a bit strange on my way, I'm looking for some bay
I do not know exactly what, say: Something like a doorway in the game,
In the kingdom of peace, but somewhere far away.
Today or tomorrow I will make that sway.

While I write my words there is not a single border,
I am my own warrior and warder, I smoke the thought spark.
When I write, I enter completely, many words are dark,
My written words are my trademark.

It's a deep and inexplicable human destiny. He keeps running for you,
And increasing the intensity.
We have God's legacy, nature, this is something bestly,
You're a weird destiny, you create a diverse biography.