- Four Roses in My Heart.
Deep inside the bloody war, I just feel the shots of guns
and I dream of being a bird to fly far away from my home
four roses in my heart their thorns defend my feeble hope
four roses in my heart, like oceans growing in the sand
I don't believe in gods nor in future lives, I've learn to be strong
I wake up, hearing a painful song, and one voice
in every drop of rain that longs for a white dove.
Long time ago I understood my own existence
- So much affliction
Another murder, so many murders...
Grey rain falls on bloody chests, a child suffers,
he'll not hear again - "I love you son".
How to explain that?
It's impossible to erase the moment
that will mark a life, the color of emptiness.
The waves break against the weakest
and the meerschaum takes away the pieces.
- The end of the 2nd act
Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes,
the indifferent walk on the pride
obscures the stranza hideing the bare.
Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns
Sweet fragnances may hide strinking smells.
Swans, I've seen the beauty.
Swans, I've seen the simplicity.
But still, there're some gardens in which, statyes cry...
- The Idyllic Place Of Innocence
Looking through the pind, I've seen stamped on flowers,
stamped on dreams, too much fears... Where is my smile?
It's raining and across the rain - my past mixes with the landscape
I will not cry again. I'm weak, I've already not strengths,
"You must be strong. Beautiful innocence is weak, crystal innocence
the peaceble garden guards your tears, you must be strong"
Where is my faith? I look to the sky, but it seems no, no to respond
I will not cry again. I'm weak, I've already not strengths,
- улица,слякоть и дождь
Улица,слякоть и дождь
Дом,крики и злость
В сердце-страх и печаль
В мыслях потемки,скандаль.
Ее взгляд,ее взгляд ушел в сон
Ее страсть,ее страсть ушла вон
Ох,ее голос,ее голос стон
Ее слезы просто соль.