…easy in this land. 50 milloin inhabitants is 10 times more than in my homeland.Everything goes throug smootly, I have nothing to complain, I am just not good in languages. but anyway. SInce you are a mentalist and…

…Trapped in autumn, buried beneath the leaves To the echo of the summer softly weeping Sinking further in this sanguinary sea Painting pain with pastels through her cemetery eyes Into the night we ride, scars wide open…

…the saddest song Sleepwalking past hope.... I gave up long ago Painting love with crimson flow Ran out of blood and hope So I paint you no more My hell begins from the 10th and descends to the circle Six hundred…

…the end there is no right, just variants of wrong I'm still waiting for the cavalry Trade all my love for one dive in the light After all these burns I welcome the night Come, drift away now with me Trading myself for nothing…

…The story behind the painting I drew is already told No more tearstains on the pages of my diary Tired but unable to give up since I'm Responsible for the lives I saved The play is done (The play is done) The curtain's…

…, drinking coffee, arrangeing new scheens, its doesnt matter, who gets what, you spend you time with your needs. You all like tosee nice things, 'you like to sit with your wife, you like compulsary romance, with violance…

…Come and share this painting with me Unveiling of me, the magician that never failed This deep sigh coiled around my chest Intoxicated by a major chord I wonder Do I love you or the thought of you? Slow, love, slow…

…Who's there knocking at my window? The owl and the dead boy This night whispers my name All the dying children Virgin snow beneath my feet Painting the world in white I tread the way and lose Myself into a tale Come…