DOESN'T MATTER

And the teacher spoke
And I got tired
And I had enough

It was like a gray cloud
which slowly became black
Suddenly, a lightning

He threw the chair through the window
And the teacher said
"I hope you've got lots of money"

A scream
Breaking the glass
Kissing the moon
Disturbing their eyes

A black cloak
Floating through the light
Darkening the rooms
Shimmering like silk

Soft smiles
Killed by the sound
Freezing their faces
Squeezing their hearts

Loud laughter
Of the monster they hate
The foe they fear most
Called... the innocent child

Behind your glasses
The lids
The eyes
The brain

In the brain
The important part
Things happened
Which I wanted to know

Why were you sad?
And behind your glasses
Under your lids were
Black eyes full of tears

In the name of
The tired sand
The singing wind
The weeping birds

The rainbow
Blue from the love
Shining happily
In the sound of silver

Golden rings
Fly above the meadow
Filled with the freedom
Of the unlimited deserts

Tinkling glass
Gooseflesh through the rain
The mighty storm of the sky
Falls down on my shell

Swimming hearts
In the sea of pearls
Angels circling around
Laughing like flowers in spring

The sense of the sense
Eternity is too short
For the endlessness
Hiding itself in the Everest

The fingers of clouds
Caressing the stars
The moon watches and sighs
In the name of the forgotten souls

A flood of words
Eyes like the ocean
Deep and dark
Save...

When the light appears
The snow-white sparkling star
In the whirl of the lost prism
Like a divine Andromeda

Lovely flashes
Throw the thoughts away
To the dimension of dreams
In the name of the symphony

And my heart was heavy
Full of memories
of the things
that didn't happen

Sleepless
I survived the night
In sorrow
Filled with longing

With the thought
that the sun is black
I woke up
from the state

of the lifeless one

to whom I consecrate
too many lines
in the book
of my existence

Unfortunately
I suffer
because of
the passion

In my grief
a star
appeared to me
watching the day

And it whispered
with all its might

My life
should not end
before
it had begun

I heard the song

My heart
was filled
with the feeling
of being here

It should be
a melody
about a park

But I saw them
the children

A room
with thousand
white candles

In the night
a full moon
shines through
the colored windows

No adults
Only children
who never grow old

Their clothes are white
They are
the angels of joy
with blond curly hair

They're standing next to each other

We've got
no entry
to the church
with no cross

Because we're too old

But as long as we
can look at the children
through the colorful windows
there's hope

Let us live
Every day
must become
our shrine

We laugh again

The room
is suddenly
filled with sunrays

Thanks to our candle

We've got a right
to a light in our life