Legend Of Passing

The ruined in the

Labirynt are dreaming about the freedom

The tired by the achievement of life

Are looking at the world by

Closed Windows

The sentence for emptines all days

are looking at the dusk

Their souls going away in the light of glory

They are still going to unity crumbs

Of their trirsts

And the scorn from these eyes

Destroy Beauty of sunrise

Listen to their words which are shouting

For this crazy full of lies and mad world

Try to get flames of their souls and

When it deems to be easier for you

Just they are a true proof that it's

Easier ripe tears then to forget

Becouse leaves of time fall

With tears, and they create the

Legend of passing