| I was alone in a burning house, |
| I arrived there just in time. |
| This was to be my last act… |
| But my mind froze my steps. |
| I couldn’t go on. |
| Please take my hand |
| And put it on the cold ground. |
| I swear, that anything I have not seen |
| I’ll find afterwards. |
| And maybe one day you’ll understand that I looked forward to this. |
| Where is light on my way? I’ll give the stone cold heart to fallen angel |
| Where are their prophecy? I can’t dispose of feeling of danger. |
| I promise, I will be praying for coming souls, theirs fates are here |
| There are too many worlds, which I would like disclose someday. |
| I was alone in a small town |
| I stayed there all my life |
| I used to hear songs of night in the cemetery |
| And the tones of church psalms, |
| Songs of my solitude… |
| Please show me the sun, |
| I want to see Mother Earth once more. |
| I keep seeing the final scenes |
| when chimeras of life are passing through |
| my ideas about family and coexistence with love… |
| I wanted to leave quietly |
| But the opportunity did not come. |
| Balancing on the edge of madness |
| With a black candle I extinguished the light of days. |
| Behind a curtain of sound I felt at home, |
| In a burning city with the remains of an image in my memory… |