Lots of horizons - the zeniths of fallen glory
Are to be overstepped unless the dreams come true!
Like a grain of black sand, wander through sorrows

The architect of Death whispers your name
Would you like to skip the tears of burning eyes?

There is a long journey with no End at the end
Shall you ever be able to know the difference
Shall you comprehend, shall you reach the distant fields of gold
Or drown in the glory of far seas (not so yours)

Just to be able to grab the feeling, seize it
And never release it - like a butterfly in your hands
Transform the ether into the mass
Give it the shape, the colour - change it
Into something real, visible by the eye

To break all physical laws, to bend the space and time
To subordinate everything to the one and only
Word(!)

Just to sub-due the power of the one
Into the depth roaring unrepeatable moment
The death changes into the life, the darkness into the light