I am coming back from a long journey
From my favorite few years
Smoke covers me
For many days

How long can you wait
I do not have time to heal
Infinitely long
Dear goal

I will leave you here
At the end of the light bulb
I give up
Although I see the end

In my dreams
On the bend
People are crying in the rain
I do not know how
inconceivable
Their faces are becoming

Gray days
A gray whisper
They're flying through my hands
That's what I have, in a gray city
Echo becomes ije-ije

Nothing is good like it used to be
He looks badly at the sites from his eyes
Children in puddles drown anger
From the house of tears

Eyes tired with air
I hide behind the eyelids
Mothers wither, their lives
As if less

You leave me here
At the end of the light bulb
You're giving up
Although a dear destination

In my dreams
On the bend
People are crying in the rain
I do not know how
inconceivable
Their faces are becoming

Gray days
A gray whisper
They're flying through my hands
That's what I have, in a gray city
Echo becomes ije-ije

The wind is rising
It glides slowly, it is fearful
When I knock on the door
Today nobody can open anymore

The wind raises us, the fog lifts us
Dispassionately plays on time
The wind is rising, I am floating
I'm running with the flow, over the years

It is going to be that the world will end
Cry babies, I cry
Time raises us, time raises us