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When my mind is tiring of routine of life

Invisible force are carring

Me through the space and time.

Centuries fly like thoughts,

One step is one thousand miles…

My image changed, I was in steppe

And danced with tribe which disappeared.

A fires was reflected his eyes.

They was the particle of me!

My spirit walked TEOTIHUACAN.

From top of pyramid of sun

I saw the people leaving home

To visit town when man turn god!

Dead cities come to life again,

Burned folios open ways…

I flied above the NAZCA desert

Sawn meaning of the signs.

But where’s the prophet who know

The fate of TAHUANTINSUYU

And other states, only I, silent witness of past,

Saw through the time… Foreigners came from east,

Ropes to hang, guns to kill.

Their god will speak only about sin,

Their soldiers will be fierce,

Their dogs will eat pieces of the human meat

Visions are leaving me,

I’m coming back to hated world packed of hypocrisy.

Writing – desk in stead of mountain summits,

Grey walls in place of boundless steppes.

If you’ll bury me in other grave,

I’m rise above and go far away.

Bury my heart hear at WOUNDED KNEE.