The dreaming town - that's lack of feelings,
pouring rain - that's lack of breath.
My room is dead, the moon still shining,
My veins are greeted in my tears.

From dark till dawn go on, but crazy,
"And pure your mind", - the doctor says.
As no memory, as no chances.
No pray, no silence, no way.

No chance to love - I was mistaken.
I've  tried to say, but ist's only just a scream.
God only knows who was to save me.
My life is going out, like a beam.