Here the glow of the stars

is slowly turning into rust

the eyes are covered with cataracts...

You are immobilised but still alive

Just laying in the grass...

Imagine

better not

what is the thought?..

I've hold a moment in my chest...

An echo in my soul

"You've lost your nest,

You've lost your nest...

Your nest"

Is there a chance?

There is no chance...

Forget the past, forget the rest,

Forever broken is your heart,

it's hard,

too hard...

how to restart?..

I'm burned...

A dream,

which just in vain will not come true:

While I am going through...

A golden-winged bird's swinging

on a rowan branch...

A century ago

One sage once told me...

Hold your dream -

In hot in cold in frost

just hold it.

What am I capable to handle?..

One freezing night...

No more delight...

Again...

One more...

The war is going on

somewhere inside in parallel with me

And I can't stop it.

Stop it

Stop it.

A little frost

the branch is trembling,

the juice of berries oozes to the ground...

The golden-winged bird is afraid of sound

The bird of peace is terrified by view...

One move of tired wings...

Maybe, a few...

Away she is...

Am I renewed or resurrected?

And when I finally exhale,

I'm all dried up, evaporated.

I've hold a moment of that joy

in my chest...

And I can't breathe

I am alright with this...

Is it a dream, reality or mist?

What is the gist?

It's waiting for its time.

You'll see the sign...

The inner calling.

There, where the glow of stars

is slowly turning into rust

I saw again in parralels of rain

The golden-winged bird...

And I heard

Its magic singing...

If not so,

why am I living?..