What was the point of finding me,
to look secretly in my world,
from which you do not understand anything
And for him are you blind?
What was the point of touching?
to the most secret places,
if you are so wasting
of human vanity?
Did you see her? Did you know her? Does it take her?
Or startled at a human moment,
who wakes up and asleep
and falls into chess with pawns?
Love loses meaning,
when you get involved with death,
when you close it in thought,
that you went to war.
Then she will be deserted
with the disgust of the decomposed corpse
and peaceful pawns will find,
found in them that you are different.
And he will not give you a name
among thousands of faces.
Slowly it will shrink
in the illusion of our dream.
Goodbye and Kisses ...