Echo

Echo - this is the way the two worlds.
Where not everyone usidit on two chairs.
As the foundations you are under pressure hammer and anvil?
They crush each other, not asking for an apology.
And you mixing with the general nothing.

Echo - it's another world.
Echo - unlike, not like that.
And this world is not yours.
Is not capable - it is better do not go into what's not yours.
After the echo.
It's another world.
Dissimilar, not like that.
This world is not yours.
He's mine.

Not everyone will be able to unscrew itself inside out.
And discuss plans for the past with his own self.
Reflecting the reality of its own type of invisible.
Skinned dirty thoughts and clearing yourself in constant changing.
While remaining as an echo.
With a mix of a sense of repetition of events
That you will not see ever.

Echo - it's another world.
Echo - unlike, not like that.
This world is not yours.
After the echo.
It's another world.
Dissimilar, not like that.
This world is not yours.
He's mine.

It is not possible to convey the beauty of dolphins soaring over the water.
All of this music,
That in the echo reflected its found.

Arminius Tоt May Hermesus 7518 year 4 days 10 months