Hopes were so high.
I`m leaving. Farewell.
Hi! I`ve returned
Not for long from the past.
Trees are cut down,
Grace is burnt, take a smell
At the hot grave
Full of ashes and dust.
Wind played with leaves
And your dreams flowed clear.
You stayed as stone
With the words of no worth,
As the shades of twigs…
It will all disappear.
Hot asphalt weighs
On the dead buried earth.
Voice of the bell
Fades away. Hi!
I`m leaving.
I`ve returned. Farewell.
Hopes were so high.
Hopes were so high.
