poisonous smoke, withered flowers, murky water.

and for a moment i thought about selling my youth,

because you showed me houses where you thought our future would lay on those scarlet exposed brick walls,

and i searched names for the successors of our lineage,

and i kept thinking about gatherings with my chosen family,

where your parents loved me

and your beagle never barked at me,

oh, i really daydreamed about us…

now i can’t find peace walking down your street,

you run recklessly through the wet cement of my love,

route of footsteps impossible to get rid of,

the serenades are cursed

and the promises are incomplete,

i traded you my heart

and you returned me broken mosaics,

and now and then i wonder,

and if you really loved me…

why did you never understand me?

why have you conducted me unconsciously to my mythical death?

all the chemistry became shrouded mystery,

your green gleaming haze turned out to be poisonous smoke,

the flowers fields of my chest were inexorably and absolutely withered as well as shattered,

hereby the transformation of our crystal clear river into murky waters that drown me in reminiscences,

promptly, they'll be the ones who resurrect me by courtesy of the chirping of the songbirds.