I've lived nearby,
that chore was emotional 
wave of my life,
the heart was internal
detail of your smile.
I'm still only thing
in the structure of style
the style of your being....

Where can I escape.
The same's everywhere...
one love changes another
or takes other shape
and I would not rather
repeat sweet nights hell
which've rapidly stolen
my calm silent shell...



Let's jump out of this state,
let's climb over all these mess,
how can not you see
estate is to be
in Ignorance.

Then time will be passing slowly,
all rains will be crying only,
I'll come to your door,
but instead of grey eyes,
I will look at the past,
realize, realize.
There's no more..
there is nothing,
but memory leaving...