The ruined in the labyrinth Are dreaming about the freedom The tired by the achievement of life Are looking at the world by Closed Windows The sentence for emptiness all days Are looking at the dusk Their souls going away in the light of glory They are still going to unity crumbs Of their thirsts And the scorn from these eyes Destroy Beauty of sunrise Listen to their words which are shouting For this crazy full of lies and mad world Try to get flames of their souls and When it deems to be easier for you Just they are a true proof that it's Easier ripe tears then to forget Because leaves of time fall With tears, and they create the Legend of pa**ing