Without requesting, I stayed

At the place, in country of nobody

To turn - it means death

Falling stones from rocks

Just only wind blew into my hair

The kings didn't answer

The orders without meanings

My triumphal win

The way is last thing

I'm wodering mud

The silence smiled at me

Everybody wanted to cry...

They said: "You should to choose"

I was burning without fire

Without pain - beaten

Somebody uttered "he is dying"

I understood it, I was superfluous

I was young, but my body was old

The sand fell into my eyes

The explosion of smile from fear...