When i climb on the high hill
Watching fresh yellow flowers
In my pocket i carry your photo and still
I remember forever our happiest hours
And your wonderfull smile dissapearing like steam
When i passed through half mountain
Then i touched pinkish clouds
I could swim in dream fountain
Where there are no black doupts
And i hope my road was not in vain
I don't want to return to
This black dirtiest world
Where the people are passing me fro and to
All the treasures of soul, its wonderfull gold
On the sky, where we'll soon meet, only two