Whether is where нибудь a place
 Which paradise is called?
It does not give me rest...

And still,
 Why I feel it?
I hear a voice,
 And he speaks to me: "Reach paradise!"

When the world will fail,
 Paradise will appear.....
And only wolves will find road there...

They will be resulted there by aroma of a lunar flower...
 Aroma of the maiden of a flower...
But wolves have died out, 200 years ago...
 It only a fairy tale...
Beautiful fairy tale...
 

Когда нибудь точно вытатуирую это у себя на руках....