I am young but I feel old age
I am at the Beginning but I feel the End
Here I am the lamentable monument of pride

On the monument of world standing on the top of this
mountain
I won't fly I've lost my wings

Free at last I hear the whisper of the wind
But I cannot find you in his eyes


Today a new monument of stone
Wind won't pull me down
Fire won't burn me

Only the drops of rain
Are hollowing our small clefts in my soul
These tears of Heaven will ruin the stone into dust


[written by P. Maslanka]