I look in the distance, as if I hear some hearing
I can not understand, is it an eagle or a ghost?
The winds and storms reach the plank
Like in the Pchinski valley Prohor.

My soul is a bit dark
It's dark, but it's not embarrassing
My word is too liquid
As a prayer, meekly eternal.

Get the rain, touch me with water
In this world, gloomy and gordy
I dream of a valley and a flight with a stork
A forest wolf warns me with a strange code.

The shadows of my darkness, where you are hiding
Eagles fly high
My words are bothering somebody like black targets
Black enemies and you die ones.

When you look at my eyes, you see, there is darkness
In my life, no grass is green
In the dream is always horror and horror
My ants are lying on the chest.