My heavenly arch turns in cage!
Of ugly birds, who came back home.
September’s dreams, of silent hopes,
Crashing windows of tired hearts!
Covered leaves in gentle grass,
Hiding dreams will turn to spring.

Sunset got cold after sunrise’s death!
Do you believe in fairies7 Yes I really do1

I don’t feel magic in your breast,
I don’t want to freeze my soul!

What does the sky search,
In my house without doors?!...
Don't waste my time!

My heavenly arch turns in cage!
Of ugly birds, who came back home.
September’s dreams, of silent hopes,
Crashing windows of tired hearts!