The days of the earth, like a rapier ringing song, and incorruptible memories incorruptible bathe in the rain of a golden autumn. Life, the fragile crystal jug, fragilely glossy taught us to appreciate, blinking beauty is coming out and dreams broken not to blame. The mystery of the earthly golgoths, I will not guess right I know, but the song bells from false notes I did not sigh, and I would not betray the light. I will go with the last snow on a quiet winter with snow-white snow, and with a rifle flying, defeated, will become a soft snowflake. And I will merge with eternity happy, maybe in time as before, a snow white and tingling, in a crystal pitcher will be born again.
