The cherry orchard fills with tears of sorrow.
All bodies drown under crying stars.
This wild war, which hunts for your tomorrow,
Will mark your face with red and ugly scars.
The window opens towards soiled planet.
Dark-purple light will flow to your head.
And falling down by the spell of dead.
And I will disappear in the ocean.
And I will disappear in the clue.
And I will fade in death and phantom motion.
And I will burn in thoughts about you.