'Words move, music moves

Only in time [...]"



In the labyrinth of soul

The internal voice roams

He burns the flowers of dreams

The time is his alley

To destroy the youth and arduor

With the words of old man

They ruin souls of artist

With unnecessary criticism



Let the song fly to the sky

Let the cold walls cry

Let the melody dance with the crowd

Let the song sound through the night

Let Salome dance tonight

We will pay the biggest price

Our souls will reach salvation

Our sound will reach destination



Trying to touch the Plenitude in vain

We create new ideas

There won't be full satisfaction

"Plenitude is a perfect Vacancy"

"Words move, music moves

Only in time, but that which is only living

Can only die.

Words, after speech, reach into the silence.

Only by the form, the pattern

Can words or music reach

The stillness (...)"