O bird! Where are you from?
Siberia?
Could you please touch my psyche
Desolate area?

I can't pass this colorful spring
Feeling strangulated!
Have been suffering so long from
Insanity high-graded!

Look! My tears blooming like
Lake of lotus!
A skyful miseries pushing me
Into a fuss.

Moreover, all the time someone
Pricking me blooded!
Playing cheering game with death
Being living dead!

Will you hear my ballad of
Poetic sadness?
Every night finishes by poisoning touch;
What a happiness!