Sometimes I am afraid that after my death, God will not wait for me in sky...
Sleeps in night my heart in silence…
Stars so bright are in my dream…
People strange speak in the darkness…
And they speak about him…
He will be the first… I know…
I will sleep behind the tree…
May be in my dreams so magic…
I will dance again with him…
Pain from knife was dark and endless…
I so long went through the sky…
His cold hands were dead… and lifeless…
And I knew that I could fly…
Sleeps in night my heart in silence…
Cruel red moon is in my dream…
People strange speak in the darkness…
And they speak about me…