I thought the castle was ours,
That the enemies would not come,
You can't turn me in under torture…
You passed for pies.
What kind of devil got you mixed up?
Around the wasteland and quiet.
I was thinking in Wonderland
You will fly with me.
Alas, the scenario is not new:
Shoulder illusion…
A seam will be added to the heart,
The candle blows out.
But I held the matches in my hand:
There are a thousand candles!
I know-to be a big river,
If there is one stream!