All my life I enjoyed watching myself Myself in the mirror But on one grey nightmare day I realized my shadow disappeared In sadness I recollect the past years Sitting at the round oak table My tears run in the stream When I assure in the mirrors truth Thirteen autumns of my Solitude Thirteen autumns of my Sorrow I'm like a confused child was scarily watching At the dark corner of my old room It was turning grey while watching Bathing in the sunset of dying rays. My last autumn opened my eyes And now I'm looking into the face of death without a fear I felt in love with silence and now I enjoy it And I don't want my peace to be disturbed by anyone I led around the autumn leaves in my wither garden In my grieving dreams I fly into dark forest of my solitude On my young face I can't see any wrinkles On my blanching lips I feel drunk smell of blood I like falling asleep during cold autumn morning When the grief going through my veins My sleep walks away in the rays of dying sunset And again I'm staying alone In sadness I recollect the past years Sitting at the round oak table My tears run in the stream When I assure in the mirrors truth