Wings of butterfly inside

My spirit revives, I feel

The horizon is widening the circle

My destiny is in the clouds



The Stone Pilgrim kneels

Carving his way

One grind of sand

Every night and every day

I believe the Eternity lasts

In unreal ocean

Which is prevading us

Mixing the colours of epochs



Hearing the whispers of silence

Over the roofs of his town

I want to restrain the time

Love is a dance of butterfly



The Stone Pilgrim kneels

Carving his way

One grind of sand

Every night and every day

I believe the Eternity lasts

In unreal ocean

Which is prevading us

Mixing the colours of epochs



I ask is the freedom a gift

or is it just a punishment

for courage of humans mind?

Do we find the divinity in Your slience my God?