Somewhere between
 Life and death
 In the borderland 
 Of an awake and a sleep
 You strive very hard
 To come back to nonage,
 Somewhere on the timeline
 Of creative visions and dreams
 In your inner streets of "Drohobych"
 In the search for lost indentity-
 You fight with crocodiles
 Waiting for the "cinnamon shops",
 When you try to catch values
 In all crying corners.
 But they run away like mirror images,
 When you travel by tram
 Wthout a front wall
 And you look for the colors 
 in this colorless reality...
 But somewhere beyond self-mythology 
 You still await for a train...
 And nobody knows of
 Its true timetable...