As a candle, I burn ... from silence,
melts like a wax in a hearth,
what is left in me,
there are some memories and outdated pictures.
This silence kills slowly,
/ from the ashes, you can not make a candle /
my hand stretched out long ago,
is full of silence, and plenty of ice.
The ice scraped from your heart,
leaves wet, sticky traces,
and every morning, pale in the mirror,
I'm asking, burning out of ice, hurting ...
As a candle, I quenched ... by love,
and I kept running on you, I could not,
in chests full of yellowed memories,
I turn you every night ... and now!
Goodbye and Kisses ...