Everything happened will be with us.
A ship is rushing towards the skies.
Tree is looking after the ship,
Whispering sadly its tragical chirp.
If only truth, please, do not regret:
One who is killing – is one who is dead,
One giving a coat – covered from rain,
One who forgives – will be the saint.
Don’t stop the leaves from flying apart.
Tree`s whispers tearing a heart.
A ship is rushing towards the skies
Everything happened will be with us.
So, start rowing!
Who did not dream during miserable life gave everything up,
And see the ocean closeup.
Dedicating to stars in a pale,
Each every line, even a tale!
Finding all this as a delight,
Fearlessly, steering the ship with excite,
There is nothing to lose, but
Only palace with its hell, preferring a hut.