Can you understand my sorrow?
Can you feel my sadness and depression?
You have never met him and you did not know.
So you can’t have such impression.
Grief and melancholy cut my heart.
And please do not ask me why.
He is my life, he is my art!
Again it’s raining outside...
My soul is tired to suffer a pain.
She asks me about the will.
But once he got into the rain.
It simple hadn’t carried to him...
The flame from hell and the pile of steel...
I feel scalding cold in my heart.
How long did I search?! But in a moment I lost him.
He WAS my life, he WAS my art...
That crashing broke my dream.