Does this woman belong to us?
Because she dances like us
As if she were one of us.
In the language of her arms I hear
Something familiar.
Her rust-colored hair—I know it.

It reminds me of someone special
A person from the shores of
The thousand-year-old sea
Origin of the poem of long arrival

I danced with her on childhood photos
In another life
When night and day did not yet exist
38 souls away

That time passed
Only to return again
The blood of that time is here
In the words of that moment

Shake the rust-colored hair
Like leaves from branches in autumn
Between sun and mist
Where dreams turned into whispers

In the voice of a good time
This time belongs to us—
Just like her.
With the rust-colored hair.

You cannot hear my tears
Can't see the reflection in the puddle
Can't understand the holes in the concrete

This house has turned to ice
All pictures of us burned
In the war of vengeance

When you left me
I suffocated
In my dreams I see you

Morning of the endless summer
Free like a butterfly
Happy

Melody of goodness
For our love
Born from children's laughter

The heat has returned
Orange and kind
At the entrance to the sea

How this shell looks at night
Back off!
The shell lay in a room
A room among rooms
That consist of rooms and lead
Into rooms

We are the victors of the nights
Because we cast our skin
Without ifs or buts
Completely and utterly

I need thick skin
No one understands that
Except the Invisible One
She lives with me
In the room of the black wall safe

Where pyramids are imprisoned
Gigantic pyramids
In the tiny center of the dust

I want to breathe at last!
The game of skin kills me
With every breath, I die a little
To receive a name
That others will speak
Into the face of the stars

Speak!
Speak my name aloud
That I may hear it
For the continuation of life

The stairs shine in the moonlight
The stairs climb the tower of life
The stairs are red in color
The stairs dissolve in the ocean

The stairs come from home
The stairs stay here
The stairs carry hope
The stairs know every human name

The stairs forgave their guilty ones
The stairs listened to wars
The stairs never puzzled
The stairs explained nothing

The stairs will carry us
The stairs do not want that
The stairs will form a unity
The stairs whisper through the ages

The stairs will flicker
The stairs will have trembled
Illuminated
Burned
Extinguished
Blown away
Forgotten

The stairs

The end of this journey is its inception
Do not compare water with sand
In a second of tears
Cause good times remain
Nobody believes in the past

This wheel is nameless
Where have all the people gone?
One man stayed
Until dawn
Silently writing

The air was smelling like spring
Full and spicy
The end of the night was its inception
Don't compare money with happiness
In the moment of the lifebelt
Cause we stick together
Nobody is scared of the future

This nameless wheel
Jumping back and forth
On a highway made of paper
Described with memories
The day is breaking
Let's go back to sleep

To begin

Too late
They hate us
Too late
They despise us
Too late

They hate our hearts
Too late
They tore us apart
Our love

Is this just a dream?
Another dream
Of pitch-dark waves

Cries of the crow
Full of tears
Too late

Pillows turned to thorns
The world fell asleep
Too late
The sea is silent
It thunders
A message in a bottle of hearts

Rarely do the sirens sing
Fire burns in their cave
Our hearts drift away

A king's message to himself:

Shadow warriors attacking the light
Time of the lost ones
Hopeless
Hateful

Infected with mercilessness
Lost ones invoking the night
Wild yelling
Omen of other voices

Who live in mental institutions
Tearing butts apart
Gathering tobacco crumps
Smoking at barred windows

Ears directed at the night
The inner's other side
Screams of the lost ones
Silky echoes in the fog

Nowhere is a door
Hands all over the place
Strong and bloodied

But we'll never show fear
Breathless ascent
Born in a beacon
Way of the heat

Get out!