And all the diamonds of the roads that you admired
Will make you closer to the things that you desire
Deserve or not – all passions, glories
(Like ancient duchess in the castle),
All various restrictions,
Never-ending stories
Of love and freedom
In the book of life,
Are just the notions,
Connecting hell and paradise…
Everything I touch turns green
Or everything you touch turns gold
Or may be everything we touch
Turns death and cold
I still don’t know who I am.