1. CLOCK OF ETERNITY

I’m looking through dirty and moist window
I see the life
There are so much dust and ruins
Trees tilt to the ground from languor
There is a spanless desert behind the window
Not a living soul outside

Around the world and clock of eternity
Run the herd of my memories

Run the herd of my memories
Run so fast but, but I try to recover shallow details from the past
Clock never will spin in reverse direction
Past illusions of the world are washed off by this dirt in an endless abyss
Remained for me just something that survived
I'll step on a threshold, will follow in the tracks of the last wind

Stepping on a dusty road
I move to nowhere
I go to the sun for saving my soul from cold
I drift around, return to this world.
Why? Then, who I am…

Around the world and clock of eternity
Run the herd of my memories


2. TOMB-LIKE SILENCE

Cold ground and no breath of air
Now you are under the world itself
No more signs of life and you don't care what happens to your body

Just a beat and you'll turn into the ash
But a long time your smell will hover in an empty-without-you world

Erased the memory of your existence
And you don't feel alive love anymore
And sun doesn't warm your frozen body
But is too close to you

Grave with withered flowers
And near not one living soul,
But once there's someone who crying, begging you to return

Just a beat and you'll turn into the ash
But a long time your smell will hover in empty-without-you world


3. THE SON OF NIGHTMARE AND PAIN

Safety in the darkness, in the silence
He tries to keep away from the light
In the daylight he sleeps in the coffin, in his reckless dream
Sink in a dead world of quiet

He's the son of nightmare and pain
He's the dead but his soul didn't liberate
Maybe somebody will pass by his grave
And hear vampire's moan and howl

Himself makes a feast
His birthday sun eclipse
He’s vampire-wolf who wildly howl on the moon
King of darkness. Night worships him

He's the son of nightmare and pain
He's the dead but his soul didn't liberate
Maybe somebody will pass by his grave
And hear vampire's moan and howl


4. DOOR IN AUTUMN

New day, the view changes behind the window
Seems I lived through it many times
20-th autumn and all the same so sorrowful
In me became much colder, exhaust the rest of my heat

I became indifferent as wind
Grey as sky and cold as autumn rain
I play this autumn part as I was born for it
And I drop off old leaves, old leaves

Autumn breathing brings me pictures which I already saw in past
I see you on them, but you only there

I paint in watercolor pictures and dreams
Leaf through illustrations of us
I leave the past behind the autumn's door
I fall again... without you