They say, In the temples of gold and silver, The sky never falls. Perhaps, the floor never saw the milk and oil flowing to the unknown. A home where peace exists and a beggar shouts! Then comes a prayer from the heart - Some words, enough to bring peace to a prisoner, which one is it? I wonder and breathe out.
They say, If love ever comes to you Never let it go, But if it leaves you after, never let yourself go. What a clever hunt of heart it is, From freedom - freedom - freedom, Yet, none was ever considered as a cage, Cage of loneliness to cage of happiness to the cage of heartbreaks, What a clever hunt, I must say!
They say, Words taste bitter, sweet, sour and salty To the tongues, which lifts and experiments more often than the one to whom they are tasteless junk. Perhaps, to a mute child at the street of faults which he never walked.
They say, Seasons speak of tomorrow, And knocks on each door for their welcome, but Old seasons speaks of yesterday to their new ones - of the water of oblivion they drank and shed leaves in the autumn.