Welcome to my dreadful little world!
Hurry up to see my useless treasures:
All the rhymes and all the stupid thoughts
Only Lord knows how they could be measured…
Here you see the coffin made of ash-
My romantic sleeps in it,don’t tremble-
He was tired of living in a trash
Finally the bullet kissed his temple
On the left you see a chest of ice-
It’s so-called storage of my feelings
They are pretty skillfully disguised
Try to find them out if you’re willing
On the right there is a pile of snow
Made of odds and adds of my delusions
Every day it grows and grows and grows
Multicoloured splinters are in fusion
In the depth I keep a piece of coal
Losing the remains of former fire
That is all that rested from my hope
That is all that still sometimes inspires
So, your walk is over,nothing more
Live the way you like,try to be stronger
Don’t forget to shut the entrance door-
And don’t dare to stay here any longer