The shadow seem to grow in master’s every step
I stumbled through the darkness, surrounded by swastika
What keeps me thinking day by day
All the my unique is changing in the end of this season
I cut the rope of love and its pitch on road
I though things were looking up, but now dark attacks
I was trapped alone in the house of tales
All tales were told by local demons
Strangers sit here at this stone
Wishing people could bring him golden home
Then my eyes once again become license of snowy words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem