Above the field of your ascention, 
 Under the Sky of frozen words. 
 Your spirit’s rising in the ocean 
 Of endless prayers to the Lord…

The distant happiness of past 
 And eloquence o silent tears 
 Will bury daybook in the dust 
 To free you soul from hidden fears.

Through the minutes of my Past, 
 Through the gates of homeless [bad word]  
 Through the walls of broken dreams, 
 Promise, [bad word] back for you…

Search for a soul among the souls. 
 I’ll always be the one to blame. 
 You’ve left for me white of the cross. 
 The mask torn off extinguished pain.

Wait for me, please and I’ll return, 
 I’ll sell my faith to kill tomorrow. 
 …Life’s just a butterfly in leaves of rose, 
 Forbidden joy in veins of sorrow…

Through the minutes of my Past, 
 Through the gates of homeless [bad word]  
 Through the walls of broken dreams, 
 Promise, [bad word] back for you…