I hope, that you can find me,
When the dawn becomes indivisible with a decline.
You - a wind, recover me,
Draw on my heart a line.
I am afraid to shout through grey walls
And to fight a head about emptiness.
Give to drink me sweet poison,
Let I shall die and so on.
I am lost in a mirror,
Break ideas on leaving,
It is a constant error
Mine to you mute feeling...