Step by step. Becoming purer
In the innocence of truth
We are laughing. That's the humour,
To the death direct abuse.
We are seeing every bubble
On the surface of the day.
Every mask that leads to trouble,
Every act that hides a play.
In the sky there is no quarrel -
Our voice enwrapped in tune.
Penetrating people's sorrow
We are predestined to bloom.
We don't hope for understanding -
It's too easy to conceive.
Just, without ever landing,
We can smile, we can forgive.