Has time always passed by so quick?
Was these rooms always so narrow here?
Did the moon always shined so bright?
Was your own voice always so quiet?
It's so frustrating that I'm obligated explaining myself to you
And I'm most aware that you really don't want me here
Like we won't stop pretending that this place is so big
We won't accept that your misery comes so quick
But no now I'm standing here along with you, stained in red
And these noises flow away wishes of a faithful men, losing the bet
I don't care how you carry on with life
And I don't care if our river went quiet
I do not care if everything or nothing is truly mine, I'm not sharing this place with you.
As all my thoughts vanished in the eagles eyes, beyond the understanding of one's self truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem