държавата като
съвременна артистка

няма кой да й
изръкоплеска

водата която
не открих

утоли всички
мои жажди

this words

of yours
a past
in post
officer

what a mage

hunter
chasing birds
in a cage

wake me up
in a haze

am i late for
being left

in a nest of lost

consciousness

am i late for
your departure

this chain
of mine
writer

in a restless
brain

what a
charming
smuggler

selling penny
for a pain

wake me up
in a haze

am i late for
being left

in a nest of lost

consciousness

am i late for
your departure

сега съм само твой
слуга

вместо твоето сърце
туптя

don't want to
plant this flower
watch it poke
and grow and bloom

stays a little while
smile
falling back to earth

so what's the use
of being gardener

no matter sad
or glad you are
sentiment is
human animal or alien

a heart of stone
trown
in a forest dark

so what's the use
of being gardener

kid in an old
old skin

love has gone away
and all the tree's
leaves missing

love has gone away
and all the trace
beneath the snow

love has gone away
and all the lords
with single shot

dawn is dark
so is the day
this pain
has overflown
from other's heart
in mine

light is off
and body's home
abandoned

light is off
in window's
broken eye

and yet
forever
never is

and leaves
and snow
and darkness

dawn is dark
so is the day
this pain
has overflown
from other's heart
in mine

о езика скромен
вярно куче
тялото върти
насам натам
и чупи стаите

между острите
и празните ъгли
минава светлина
и доубива

каквото е останало