I don’t know how to fly
But I want to reach
The sun and blue sky.
Who can this teach?
I’m trying to breath
Through thousands of ice.
I am underneath
I won’t recognize.
How long I live –
A million of years.
I always beneath
My soul’s tears.
I know I’ll make
The end of the life.
I won’t awake
Although I try.
I will survive –
Blood runs through veins.
“Spring will arrive!” –
My spirit says.
I won’t regret
The all I’ll miss.
Seems, I forget
The taste of this.
I live and go
A million of years.
Will God allow
You to stop my tears?
2004