Expensive treatsFrom me to my eyesSouls around - no one by my sideFeeling inspired by the words of the windBlinking without worryingIf I seem to be fl..
Culture built with my own handsThis sand is thick but still remainsThe ancient time counted with gloryBut the past is broken and the future is boringE..
Sometimes it's clear, sometimes thick -Colour of nothing, colour of drunken insanityTaste of the world - taste of no wordsRivers and showers - of gold..
I look through the windowthough it's morning - there's nolittle sign of a raising sun.No colours, no nothing - if I could seeanythingapart from mind-b..