To my German friends
Pink clouds at dawn
Will be carried away by the cold wind.
They will not return to this land anymore
From an alien shore.
They will disappear like a falling star.
The wind will drive them somewhere far.
Then they will be ripped and scattered.
Pink clouds will melt in the sky.
How was dreamed to meet and be free,
Only it did not came out as it should be.
The autumnal sky became empty
In this early last morning.
...The cold wind did not give us peace.
Why is it so, and what for it needs this?