THE PHOENIX

"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with wings made of gold it gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was ready to start a new circle, hoping it would [bad word] to an end.

"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice
melted - slowly..."

SPRING

Where is my world,
The beggining of my life bound,
Surrounded by light,
Wandering aimlessly around.
Hearing voices calling my name
While i hover, world`s dark stain.

Where is my summertime?
I`m longing for its warmth,
Far too long i shivered
In winter`s icy force
Clouds are above me
Mid air caresses my lungs
I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun.

Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it,
Pointed stings [bad word] between i stick
Brooks are roading, the water blood red
Please let me drink, but i can`t, i`m dead.

Souls are screaming, mothers and sons
Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching
a dream...

[Repeat 1. + 2. verse]