Tear your trivial thoughts and
throw them in the trash
and turn your sympathetic sense into seeds and sow them in the soil of spirits.

Shine!
like a piece of gold
Like a film that is sold

Fine, like a rainy day
Like smiling every day

O', my shadeless one
Cause you are like a sun
Our love will carry on
Carry on
Carry on

Now,
My eyes are crying
Over the mountains
and steppes
greenifying

Then, I close my eyes
when the dandelions
are flying

Cause none of them
are about you
newsyfying

Shine!
like a piece of gold
Like a film that is sold

Fine, like a rainy day
Like smiling every day

Beautiful babe
Our love will carry on
Carry on
Carry on

Sad dawn of Friday, putting my head between my knees, I was in a monolog conversation with you.

Through the thick cigarette smoke , like the exhalation of a steamship that drives on the river of nothingness and takes the living from the shores of the world to the parallel world in which you live -
Your smiling face was staring at me

: Do you remember the duets? I asked.
I would hug the guitar and play as if you were in my arms, and you would play the piano so delicately, as if you were stroking my hair?

And you are not here to see in these sad years that have passed; my guitar sheds tears in longing for a hug, and your piano sighs in longing for a strike.

M y lilac flower,
O trembling blue rose
on the rope of
winter's plunder

H igh on the peak of
glory and honor

S cattered of pharisaic
umpire

E ndore for a while

N o time maybe left
until spring's trigger

Have you ever thought about the reason for snowfall which covers the darkness in your heart of a year by a white glittering paper and saves you from the everlasting nightmare

Try to appreciate this fair;
to get out of the snow like a lily and resume life like a red rose with renewed vigour.

To hide sorrow like an anemone in your heart forever and to bear like a tulip, the martyrdom's suffer

So think about the reason for snowing there,
My friend
Happy New Year!

Again the gods of hellfire
have come out of their sepulcher,
with a long finger for revenge order
And,
With lots of
Blind, Deaf and Dumb; heavenly fighters

It's a deity ordinance
A revelatory command that had been given Just to us; so far
We are the true soldiers of freedom

Hail violence!
Hail pogrom!
Hail god of war!

The worst is yet to come...