Sitting in the Red Train -

Life is so putrid for me every day

Dangerous sky by the ancient mead

We’re all too grateful

I can’t breath, this poison infects my blood

I’m drowning, but nobody can help me now

It’s too late, to stasy alive with open mind

I’m dying here… Dying like a butterfly…

I can’t fight, there’s nothing more to get back

I’m falling, and nobody can touch me now

It’s too late, to be again a stainless child

I’m dying here… Dying like a butterfly…

They are no innocent…

After all… Many years…

Flier lost mighty spell… There’s no time…

The belief in a miracle controls my mind

It didn’t really happen

You can do it without your faith

Spread your wings!

Fly!

I don’t want to cheat

I don’t want to fight

I don’t want to lie

Never again

I don’t want to cry

I don’t want to be afraid

I don’t want to die

Did I saw in this pane cheerful eyes and strong faith

In justice and goodness in the world?

Of course…