Birds fly in golden colors...
 The sky is in the pink...
 ... Over the pond a girl blushing...
 She sits and delights in the scent of the fresh lily harvested!
 ... and listens...
 Birds singing on the trees...
 ... Water noise, done by the wind!
 Shes quietly humming...
 ... A song about ripped mountains....
 Now, when the sun gone,
 Hear everything that the day said to us,  
 We know that mercy is the bottom...
 When every word is a shadow...
 Every minute, important as a treasure
 And every word is a pain!
 We know too much...
 ... I am important...
 ... a wooden ward...
 ... Beware of her word...
 There's written how to go,
 How to dream...
 And how to life.
 Shame for love,
 For this cruelty...
 She'll show us the world!
 Good, respect and desire
 Show only for these
 Who are the growers of these virtues.
 I loved the world...
 I loved us...
 ... Now I don't love anything!
 When the sun rises again,
 Miss will open her eyes!
 Will smile to golden waves...
 With a smile, squint her eyelets
 Later, she will approach her doll,
 ... And forget...
 22:38 28.02.04