Black falls around
Eyes slowly can not see
Paralysed by own mind
Dancing around with things from the head
Truth may come in such simple words

Clear as the depth in women's heart
There is something naïve inside
I see the water… it is ocean that
Seems to be everything
My desire is to give a thing that I cannot give
Sometimes I die
Somewhere else where it's nice

Raise again for the strength of memories
It's a vision for all those
Who know what is hidden
… in dreams

It's a reward for being so strong
always when our acts and words hurt like bullets