I
Now you open your eyes
And you see there two ways:
Straight ahead – paradise
Opens gently embrace.

Second way leads to [bad word] 
To it's heat, calling spires.
To jump there – into the well
Easily…  you feel inspired.

 [bad word] 
Oh, be free in your last flight,
I’m waiting for you in the spark,
Be breathless with the wind,
I’ll never meet you after dark!
 
II
Chaos whispers and cries,
Searches ways for your soul,
But you know that it lies.
No! You will never fall…

You have a word to define,
Understand who you are.
Brightens up the sacred sign
Оf infernal lodestar.

III
Oh, if only you pass,
If you only are there,
I won’t suffer that much
Here, in [bad word] burnt and blair.

There’s left a final step
Till the ever welfare,
But you glance straight ahead
And choose me… and nightmare!

 [bad word] 
Oh, be free in your last flight,
I’ll meet you there in the spark,
Be breathless with the wind,
I’ll never meet you after dark!