Now, in addition to felfakad, and the silence in a somnolescent trance

the ébredőn of the soul, a world tensed

between two points pattanni ready for common sense

go out in the night dreamed of hopes.

Perhaps the bed, maybe the pads, Varna

Perhaps the all-átrepülni is able to self

you do not need to be neither light nor sound, the distance

do not live here. There should be access to myself.

Cruel it is, as every day, swoop

This is my időmből to go on living.

The only one you're breakfast yourself,

We walk to call you up, ... While I am talking about

that's what my dreams were with me,

tiny things, myself and felhúzom

are you listening, me felüt the silent fear:

tomorrow, tomorrow I'm going to do this and also ...

To start out. We carry the morning routine

up and down between finite bugyraink, szaladva

mókázó keys to dance in the ring, we go again ...

in the morning, dressed in a worn cloth again.

I'm not even just hegedűhúr

I'm not even just ripple

In addition to the period of time before the window

I'm a stream and nothing else

And mist are out of the trees

suhogva as a region

and up on YouTube

at the end of infinity.