Violet melancholy this sense moistened
where all this will end
What kind of place would we live there
or would I be gone
you captured my heart
with all the charm
I do not know what love what lust is waiting
rowed quietly mournful sound of the wind
took place which I can not understand
only you master that will take me
anchored and membebasankanku of
millions of prisoners of liver
now I'm free from you
but why do I still can not understand
I hobbled across the valley
do not know where I should step
this step without a direction.