Тhis zephyr - you promised me, it was supposed to be quiet, and he ran like a fool, he smoothed all the glass things, pieces of my soul took away. With my fog dipped my colorful day, hid the sun behind clouds distant and each subsequent moment was colder, and he, with his breath of ice, stripped me away. Now I'm naked in piles of glass. And as if my senses are empty. In my eyes, I was falling again. Is it because someone is punishing me, that my world is quiet and intimate, but my home for all is locked, that I believe again of strange winds and I want miracles to happen, that I want the silence to shine, to be just plain velvety and warmth in our miserable world. I have no clothes now. And it's cold.
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