In moments that smell time
No beauty no ideal
Waiting for curtain to fall
Inside magic theatre
Ready to pay the price
To resist to any leader
To clean yourself from light and dark
And find your own middle
It rings
It says
Few years for us
Requiem
I feel trace of Mozart and stars
Silence brakes mirror of our lives
Peaceably without shame truly gifted
Cry and moan of extinct fire
She is powerless to resist
Requiem and call for entrance
Trough open doorstep
The end
Shine of Mozart and stars
Trace of steppen wolf in blizzard
Blood on November morning snow
Past times of glory
Lower curtain down
Let rings yell
You aren’t sensitive of what is lost
We re all just naked
We try to hide our shame
Past times fall
Fields woods again wall
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