I traveled back to past to visit realm of shadows,
For Eurydice lost image looking in oblivion grass meadows.
Opened before me long forgotten old days world,
Where love and jealousy lie calmly, put by memory on hold.
But playing Lira can't awake them from the sleepy being
And one can not revive the songs that once were sung.
Once only in life is given to us bloom of spring,
We feel the warmth of summer only once - when we're young.
