В одной тональности…

Without love…

Mi line of story, line of thoughts.

Just now up, just now down.

In one's own ways I see to birds,

Because and always I has drown.

I was skin-diver, I was young.

The lake of soul was another…

I can not trick. I'm here beyond,

When I was lovely for my mother.

And what I have at this old -time?

And Where are smiles from dear parents?

The sky is dark without planets,

The sky is light without lie!