Free fall into the depth of your soul

No hope for narcotic salvation

And in all angles of me, of me

Tomorow’s snapshots of you burn

Two lives earlier I wouldn´t weep

But nowadays, but nowadays

Puddles surround me

without explanation of sense, my love

I´m just a letter in the book of your life

Pale part of the word „destiny“

And next pages demand your sunny look

Murmur of darkness is coming in