I'm still a normal man,
this told me the lights,
I kiss the icons again,
searching to capture a pray,
the work is too hard.

I'm still a shame bag
full of the bad dreams,
but the soap is here,
in a corner of my soul,
into the library ears!

I'm still a small cocoon,
the voices came the desire
to fly again, to cry,
to protect the shadows,
but the changes are dead,
buried in the time's eye,
I'm still alive. Why?

I'm still a soft body,
my hearth wants a candle,
the death wants a seed,
but I never want to stop
my fight with the years.