Yesterday I was silent ,
and today I will not.
Want to cry
to fend off the mud.
To break the dependence
from the condemnation of people.
And to free so soul ,
my infinity.
Vengeance , as you wish
that mountain will move.
Tears will not
their garden is not trochu.
I do not bring anyone.
Yesterday was silent ,
and today I will not.
Tart taste of freedom
in no way forget.
The voice , apparently hoarse
with the anxiety.
Little paths
one interwoven way.
Now not retreat ,
only go straight.
Nesvoia became its
destiny.
Its chain broke.
Break imposed life showcase.
Now I can not be silent
when free became.
Light as a feather.
