ILLUSION - VfGQlX7zZC

And this is me
Lonely woman
On the eve of the cold season
At the beginning of understanding the polluted Existence of the earth
And the simple and sad despair of the sky
And the inability of these cement hands ...
I know the secret of the seasons
And I understand the words of the moment.
The wind blows in the alley
And I think about the mating of flowers
to buds with thin anemic stems
And this tired time
And a man passes by wet trees
How can you tell a man that he is not alive, he was never alive ? !
They have all the naivety of a heart
They took stories with them to the palace
And now
How else would one get up to dance
And his childhood hair
It will pour into the running water
And the apple that he has finally picked and smelled
Will it kick underfoot?
O friend, the only friend
What black clouds are waiting for the sun's party day...