River
Let runs river of life
let it takes all...
dreams, nightmares, fears
and pain...
don't get drown and don't
get saved
wait for the waterfall
that will sprinkle everything
into a thousand pieces...
Rain
A man without an umbrella
on the rain of feelings
can catch a cold...
Look at his soul,
his eyes and his sorrow,
and,
don't make him cold
by your rain,
because something inside
of him
can die, resurrect
and go far away
to find
the warmer rain.
Circle
We'll make a circle
endless and strong,
a world for you and me...
we'll make circles inside,
up to the eternity...
A tree
Machine cuts it,
and it lies in a
forest of ended life....
the birds without a nest,
and humans without happiness
are looking at the circles
of unhappiness
they can't understand
why the death
went so far
because
humans are trees
and our souls are leaves...
Trying to reach the sun
Trying to reach the sun
walk in a train
that by chance
is going to the sunrise...
traveling by train
to the vide flat,
and our souls...
Bench
remember this pair
this moment
and happiness,
whisper to her
sometime
to remember of me...
Eyes
in her eyes
you can see her hart,
three days of walk and you
can't
pass it...
my hart is three days too,
but together we are
eternity....
Crucified
crucified we were,
but our love reerected
flashed and disappeared
into the eternity
Old letters
Love writes on your hart,
and it's cruel....
because every letter
of happiness and sadness
hurts,
when one day,
by chance
we remember of them
Letter
I'll write to you a letter,
it has no words but
you can read it,
with my eyes I'll tell you
and by my hug I'll whisper...
from my soul to your hart
I love you
Jelena ("don't incline
through the window" is the warning in the wagon)
Don't incline through the
window,
because there are a lot of
windows,
and you are one
and our hart is one....
and when you are so far,
I feel cold for you,
where are you now?
don't incline through the
window,
life is one
and keep your future
for the two
that were in love,
in the wagons of love,
and red with fear
don't incline through the
window.....
Our tree
do you feel the love
that is running?
pure mountain river
in two directions...
remember me...
To have and to love
I like to have...
we planted a flower
I like more when someone loves
me
and it's better when you
loved than had
and loosed both...
All I have disappears,
and I feel no pain,
not a stone lasts...
our flower sleeps,
in hart, inside of me,
where all the others
wouldn't even dream to be...
it's far from the people,
they can't find it,
except me,
and a broken mirror
that can hurt him...
Our planet
beyond the midnight and the
stars
beyond the seas and open
oceans...
there is a planet in the
middle
of a universe
planet of love
in which our hart lives...