May be it just seems
May be your cold lips
Never touched my skin
I a parting kiss
And never whispered: “forgive”
May be I never heard a scream
Never heard a scream of the broken dream

I thought we shall be building
The fragile crystal palace
Of our dream together

But you decided to leave me
And all that is left for me
Is only to listen to a scream
scream of the broken dream

This damned blueness of the sky
Sister of purity
It offered to [bad word] your friend
And you sad: “yes”
You flow there like [bad word] Having burnt my face
And from my burns [bad word] With the reddish black liquid

These are the tears of the broken dream…