Melancholy by cause of holyday Inflated air balls By bleeding of chime Run after refuse Get to like me... Endless flight after deadly sign In my soul dislike to light Crazy dreams break my real life In my soul dislike to light Extending the road, cloted remorse To the last truth, to the light hand The winged witness by lead blessing Untrampled snow of morning event Under writhe of gypsy Satir Turned sour wine Has falling like red grapes All that can I do