I saw huge an advertisement poster
with so sweet of my soul beauty face
I am just simplest an ordinary throwster
But our fates have invisible trace
They involve to the misunderstandings
with a spinner of thousands dreams
Оnly God knows that I not pretending
feelings like upset stretcheing of strings
I am an artist of flower bloom blossom
among storm of the bloodiest streams
And My lyrics becoming so awesome
crossing shades of a sunniest gleams