So often, the world weaves into a wreath
Incompatible – faith and unbelief,
Life bright grey existence
Thoughtlessness and a mad whirl of thoughts.
A dazzling beam in the blue of the sky,
In the light of the day falls dark night
And black circle looks us in the eye,
Hold the dreams hatred.
Mountain stream, drunk ad libitum,
POPs up suddenly and stoyline Togolese
And tearing the flesh of land in the meadows,
Coaxing God from the rain.
And cold winters stirs the fire
Hot showers, lovers of freedom,
And the pain of the soul learn to heal the pain,
And privacy – in the warmth of your palms.
In impotence are often born force
The axis of the earth is able to deflect,
And all life in memory will fly
In no one thing, like death spread wings...
Seems to have been the Creator's plan,
And the incomprehensible vastness of the world.
Life flows like blood through our veins,
Life without back, without end...