After Winter - Kirlian Camera

See this place after winter

while wind is blowing softly

and another night has gone

with no sleep and neither noise.

«Sisters"are burning in Hell,

«brothers"maybe are doing it too.

Wrapped in fire or lost with angels

till those lies will become truth.

Burn and burn my little bed,

you should understand my opinion,

after all I’m wasting time

talking with some hidden idiot.

Burn and burn dear useless voice

losing you is the best choice,

no more lies to say any longer,

just some shit to die for.

When that Light’s vast sea is coming

to kiss my head once again,

an involuntary dream

is getting closer for a while

with its warm blue hands of sorrow

and draws the past of a blind crowd,

when a future made of playing shades

appears among the rays.

Our lives «dance around fires»

that somebody needs to light

thinking life is just a star

made for boring bunnies' shouts.

Time for hearing fairy tales

time to thank for all this fun,

all the teddy bears are buying

brand new tickets to the sun.