Living my own way
like flint...

I am writing off all the symbols,
will not wait for the judgement...

Solitary moon makes a silent ascent,
penetrates into blue sky...

Winds define the path now, in order not to submit
the discovery of another guilt...

In the silence of a nameless night, the moon...
to bring out secret tears...

Question of me,
vanquishing the existence, arises again...

Onlooker to your own empty life, you try to...
it was not that simple, to confess in silence...

Always struck by infinity,
I was searching a center...

My altered sensorium goes berserk
when I hear four - letter words like nuke and...

When I am completely denuded
Of my tremors...

Without a collateral black magic,
nobody wants to start a currency...

Experimenting with thoughts and nostalgia,
trying to extinguish the guilty fire...