Old youth

The snow is all melted
May be it’s the emblem
Of the new springtime

I search my own shelter
As a not young maiden
Does with her lines

It’s almost self evident
As beside a marvel
Where is going the time

The straight line is bended
And evaporated
Are the dreams so bright

The rippling story
Written by the holy.. time
Compulsive falling
Into the roaming.. ride

Inside my youth there is something of old
As in the blue the grey clouds can blow

I swallow mornings
Sons of the bloody.. fights
And while I’m crawling
I am saved by a.. night

Inside my youth there is something of old
As in the blue the grey clouds can blow

The wind strongly enters
In the room and helps
Me to find myself

I’m passing a level
Guess dead is the rebel
Now I am a bet

The rippling story
Written by the holy.. time
Compulsive falling
Into the roaming.. ride

Inside my youth there is something of old
As in the blue the grey clouds can blow

I swallow mornings
Sons of the bloody.. fights
And while I’m crawling
I am saved by a.. night

Inside my youth there is something of old
As in the blue the grey clouds can blow