For all hopeless hearts Holy Heaven predicts declination.
Having lost their essence, our days are becoming defenseless.
If you neglect control, therefore you are besieged by grim troubles;
And you trust your misfortune like they were your closest kin person.

It's not a fairy tale, not a dream, but a usual fey epic,
It's submission to everyday life that's not worth such a payment.
Our unmerciful time will destroy everything except souls
And will mix everything in its grandiose big melting cauldron.

Time will go unceasingly like an alone, gloomy pilgrim.
It will build barriers and completely destroy stable hindrance.
Time won't show its concealed unmade-up face to all random strangers.

But it'll bring to each one an amazing insight every moment.
You can't break it, cannot overcome it, it's — always invisible —
Like a phoenix that rise from the ashes and staying alive.

2024