My blood turned to chains
  Each breath
Brought the vision
Of cage
Vein, vain

All my blood turned
To diamonds
Each touch
The beautiful image
Of moon

Bring back life
Bring back life

The wolf is running
Soon his heart is grasped
Powerfully,
With the feeling
Of transience
His whole body shakes



It's here






I would love to
Talk to someone
And, like an old moon,
Spill all my wisdom,
Somehow