I think that life is not only this touchable, fugitive

Which, though so beautyfull, passes away so quickly



You used to stand behind me, I felt warm touch, heat, passion

I looked back to embrace you

And I saw hot purple, garden in bloom



Woman with a secret flower in hair

Every day with her was a secret unknown for me

And when I saw her scarlet flower in her hair

And a raven in the sky

I thought the raven is only a bad sign



And when you danced among the flowers, high grass, bloomy

meadows

I rised to the sky to blow away stormy clouds

Watching her warming up in imagined flames

I saw as she flew up in the night - as a bird



I fly up into the abbys of the air

And I hear the voice of the woman, so warm, so close, so painful



I dream you stand behind me, I feel warm touch, heat, passion

I look back to embrace you and I see

Icy blackness, deadly nothing