We are the flame, dancing in the moonlight traces of tears, in tearfull wishes of roaring weaves, the overwhelming ocean could bear to our feet. In moanful trust and endless disregard, changing our minds, changing ourselves into two deliberate someones twitching the pupils of their eyes, playing with the flame, choking with burning oil...Trust our hearts. They never decive those who are ready for the painful flight, who are ready to open wounds for the wind and the sand to soothe.
New open-hearted world welcomes you on the earth, full of worms, ready to examine your flesh....That is just our fatal, our ordinary life...and we are just players with foolish cards in our hands...we can possess them...But there is the flame to burn them all, to burn the mask...What is the flame? We are... Cruel dancers, devoted victims, heartless killers, vulnerable artists and thoughtful singers. We are the flame to warm and to burn.
Just silent woods of wise tall trees are watching us from above... They are ready to soothe, we are ready to burn...
So...do not cry...come to me in the night, for us to look at the bright, shining stars- the flames, never injuring our tired souls.