[Music - Sergey, Roman]

Taste the sky, grip the snow in your hands,
 [bad word] again... again...
So alone, like leaf on the wind in little world.
Ask yourself "Where is my God ?"
Still alive, your skin on face's like a stone,
No one stands near your bed, you lay unmove.
Darkness closes and dried lips feel the heat,
Oh, my God, how much I repent...

Sun goes down, and never rised for seven years.
Mist of night embraced your wheel chair.
Think of past, and bitter piece seals your throat, [bad word]  it's greatest sin you've made.
Samael !... Show me path, I feel my wings,
Break the spell, in gasping snow I feel my love.
Take my soul, I wanna return in this dirty world,
But give me back... My heart...