Only the memory of joy remains
And my days are perishing like butterflies.
Blue evening, sorrow is coming,
Im incinerating on pyre of feelings.
Its so bitter to pass the time like this,
White tears and mourning is mine.
What can I do? For me living is so hard.
And I prefer a bullet to red flowers.
I will visit the grave with dead desires,
Oh, there is no helping for me.
Eyes are fading, Im slowly melting,
And my fate is something to think about.
A prayer has flown, blown from the heaven,
Sister, Im tired from sleepless nights.
I dont need anything in world any more,
I dont need anything, only to rest.
I think my hope is somewhere far,
And silence is again on cemetery.
Heart is a grave, felling a pyre,
Body a burden, soul chaos
