waiting for the night
 where all can be and mind 
are prepare something warm 
and the waves of feels make storm
 i remember our dreams together
 we make pleasure///
in our life i had see the light
not so white and yellow-bright
but it was my [bad word] of heart///
and now i am  waiting///but
this year cut me///
 cut  my soul - and i am afraid to be open
i  need some time///e///
waiting for the night
 where all can be and mind 
are prepare something warm 
and the waves of feels make storm
 i remember our dreams together
 we make pleasure///