A short and deep sigh is a life
A dirty page to loose
The poets smile and say goodbye
Of your compassion and currents

The lovers cry and remember
The flowers of old spring time
Falling all in the cold sleep
In the abyss of mystery

Don't cry sweet child
Don't be afraid that pain
Since the deep one
There's to be end

All in your far way
Marching to the someplace
The light will turn slowly
Maybe rest, whispers
Close in the darkness