On the floor sprinkled by drops of sorrow and Loneliness Someone's head pain sprinkled rolls On the sky broke by clouds and thunderbolt Forgotten heart looks for its maimed pictured On the wall a painful picture of a soul depressed And beneath the puppet's innocent Slender feet sooth in dance And outside the night boasts about all colours Ominous drove allures our mind to depth Did forget a poor little man a taste of sleepless Nights That he runs against wreck of the days faraway? (Or if only does a blackout announce its presence To surpass the light in the madness of this dance?) Pillars of the night were crashed down to the dust And the day by its brightness dazzled us Oh, I can't stand the pressure of this sight Scorching my eyes! What a creature does cringe in my inside? In hands whose blood is running through my hands When this sight torments me so much This earth is a shelter for dead Or does life celebrate its virtues in itself? Are we dead or alive? Even are we living monsters with desire to fill The time left with dance? Only victims of body and soul desires Only stones misty by tears of fear...