What do they say about night?
Here I am in my bed...

I met you accidentally,
Oh science of kabbalah...

My muggy room shares last portion of air
Sitting on all fours, feeling so small...

Lonely even with you my angel
Seems Creator made a mistake...

Long, long hot summer night
As far as my eyes could see...

Wandering through my wishes
Trying to reach happy ends of my dreams...

Back to the own place
The forces are opening the gates...

Fraudly chasing my dreams
Like liar among prophets...

Avoid mighty heaven because you are not there
The wind slightly mess my coat...

Stepping on the edge and ready to fly
Up side down right to hell...

Run out and ready to die
A whisper with echo in my mind...

I am a prophet of my own lies
I like what everyone denies...