grayness of days. open me a door somewhat quicker

sky in a chainlet. and words in a line

it is sorry you will not meet me. but about senses can will trust

my history of narisovanna in your soul. do you see?

you need me. where you now? why not with me. my ideas swim a black tear

now I give to drink and play. but to the soul emptily. you are not present. how I am sad…

look at me. look at me.well where you? with whom you? look at me. look at me.do you want to walk up closer? look at me.look at me. well what do you see?

grey shades lie on the floor. will I ask them hardly slyshno- why?

not wait an answer. better closer to the window walk up

black locks of mental fires. unbosom oneself, will see rather

a candle burns out. and not to come back to life it. and our tomorrow can be not

I ask you I am sorry. and nobody in the separation of long blame

look at me. look at me. well where you? with whom you? look at me. look at me.do you want to walk up closer? look at me.look at me. well what do you see?