April 13th

Loneliness and painful screams on empty streets
There is only wind. Wind plays the game with snow and cold
And they have taken all their remembrance together

All that people whom you looked in the eyes, have been just shadows
Dark shadows that are hidden in their shining shells
Whom you thought were your friends
And they have taken all my remembrance, pale face

And they have taken all my remembrance
And they have taken all my dreams
There is only wind, wind plays the game

There is only wind which plays the game with leaves
Time is dying, memories come closer in deepless crying

They left just flesh, they feed grievous sorrows
And they grow in gloom with their greeds in pleasure

I hope that all these waves of distress
Will break my loneliness. Just for a moment

I will take my deepest breath
And they’ll grow in gloom with their greeds in pleasure
They feed with our grievous griefs
Dark shadows that are hidden in their shining shells
Whom you thought were your friends
There is only wind. Wind plays the game with snow and cold

I'm sick of empty hopes and drifting from one to another side
Like leaf that is winnowed by autumn wind
Can you hear me?
With every passed day, I fear more (and more) about my fate
Sometimes I think; what if I am forgotten by you
Am I just a lonely one on this side?