Warm...
The fragrant rain
His tiny droplets
Similar to the needle
Floating on the cheeks
Dripping on my hair
Catching flies falling
Such innocent, sweet
Like small fishes
He's like me
Sometimes a little cool ..
... again, something on cheek passes
The second of my life runaway
The blood flies
Hades is spinning
And I can go
And bite the ground
Nothing keeps me here
And I don't know how much more my soul can take
I am above the earth
My thoughts are boiling
I will never regain consciousness
I don't know if I'll ever feel a little joy
I don't know what they say
I am lost in it
I lost the thread
And I don't know where the beginning was
22:25 20.05.2001