Flowers are fed by the guilty sun

guilty for keeping the life command

winds grow to stroms, storms bear futher sons

this is my breed ... this is the cycle of need.

If you play for me - I cannot be.

Lost in you and nothing

but peace

in my hands

nothing but a smalltalk with my death

nothing but

a pioneer who climbs the

highest mountain

to fall

And the course of the stream

makes us to madme we've never been

awakes the psychopath who rests

to watch the suffering process.

You have not pleaded for me - now I'll be

Los in you and nothing

but peace

in my hands

nothing but a smalltalk with my death

nothing but

a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain

just to fall ...