Just winter evening and I'm sitting
In empty room. I'm all alone.
It's rushing suddenly with message
From dream-night man. I know his moan.

Let's go a party, little party
With only wine and you and me.
It will be music, dances, laughing.
Your youth'll arising, you will see.

Oh, no, I've buried all this magic
Beyond my strong and healthy soul.
I have another man, who helps me
Fly out, break against this wall.

But I accept it and I'm coming,
I even smell your scent of sin.
Our may, our lips, our neverbeings.
Your touches makes me over mean.

My world is spinning, flakes and winter,
You're smoking, cold is everywhere.
Your flaming fingers make me splinter.
I realize it is not fair.

But I am falling, drowning into
Your hair, your kisses, empty eyes.
And all we'll have tomorrow will be
Forgotten words of last goodbyes.

We are walking in the night.
Relying on the moonlight.
Thunderstorm from a distant world
You cover my ears with your hands.

I woke up at midnight.
A wind was blowing, the window was open.
My hair still wet
Unfinished letter on the desk.
Jasmine sways.

My summer is your winter.
You were standing in the snowy cemetery.

Your long hair was cut short.
The brightness like a golden wheat field was no more.
You were holding a biscuit can
The same as a childhood.

There was snow on the small cross.
You shook it off, and stared into the distance.
Your eyes were transparent
Like Icy moon.

When I call you
Ringing in another universe.