Life is a shadow on the grass,
An echo of forgotten songs,
With many questions never asked,
With fewer places to belong.
Life is a never-ending scene
With men to leave, with things to buy,
With someone always loving me
Despite betrayals and good-byes.
A rush of words, a string of rhymes,
I paint in gold my banal sin,
But then it drowns in petty lies,
And dramas end. And life begins.
31 мая 2008.