To look in depth and find reflected silhouettes
Gathering currently to the time and place of dream
Tension of day life – sounds, sights, smiles and gestures
Are staying a fate of bottom of the shining mirror

Left silent house, only rare drops beat rotten roof
Clear, soggy air like resin, time has fade away
Semantic limit is gone, burned out like rickety book
With dry flower on the window of the leaving days

Minutes and hours are ready to the burial
Last sparkling instant is trampled into autumn filth
Blinding light and the black silent abyss hole
Just voices and the ocean of eternal bliss.