You take my day and take your night
You take the Sun from sky above
You throw the salt, you take the love
And mix that all with beats of life
You light the flame in hearth of heart
You sculpt the pot from clay of art
You put the mix in pot and then
You add the tears of rain of pain
The taste is spice and bittersweet
What do you hide? What do you mean?
The time is drops, the life is book
The Future ask, - what do you cook?