But in my heart – there is a hole,

And cos’ of it I hate world – whole.

I wanted to write all the light,

But could imagine other side:

My feeling’s full of miseries –

You’ll read it in these sentences;

It’s like I’m writing the letter

to you, but we know would be better

burn these words in the blue flame, -

you start to feel, that you’re insane;

Oh, but you know, we feel the same –