April 13th

Loneliness and painful screams on empty streets

There is only wind. Wind plays the game with snow and cold

And they have taken all their remembrance together

All that people whom you looked in the eyes, have been just shadows

Dark shadows that are hidden in their shining shells

Whom you thought were your friends

And they have taken all my remembrance, pale face

And they have taken all my remembrance

And they have taken all my dreams

There is only wind, wind plays the game

There is only wind which plays the game with leaves

Time is dying, memories come closer in deepless crying

They left just flesh, they feed grievous sorrows

And they grow in gloom with their greeds in pleasure

I hope that all these waves of distress

Will break my loneliness. Just for a moment

I will take my deepest breath

And they’ll grow in gloom with their greeds in pleasure

They feed with our grievous griefs

Dark shadows that are hidden in their shining shells

Whom you thought were your friends

There is only wind. Wind plays the game with snow and cold

I'm sick of empty hopes and drifting from one to another side

Like leaf that is winnowed by autumn wind

Can you hear me?

With every passed day, I fear more (and more) about my fate

Sometimes I think; what if I am forgotten by you

Am I just a lonely one on this side?