It's snowing through the night.
I hearing the voices of a distant shores.
I'm looking for words

Like for precious jewels
And working them into a fabric of my mind,
Under the hard shell of everyday vital nonsense.


I found pride and humility breathing.
I'm walking through darkness of an empty street.

A quiet song wants to be born.
I'm on the heaven's door.
Crowds of shadows wreck me inside,

Wreck all I long to touch...
Hope... Love... Freedom... Death.
My feet are freezing

And it's snowing through the night.