(How do you think you are
You can follow me in my mind
And I could brake
You are a glass forgotten in this house...)

(You are wrong
What you think is son of this world
Think well – act bad
Change please the sun is not so far…)

There is a mirror
It’s in the middle of the room
It’s speaking clearer
It’s speaking all about my life...

It’s face is mine
But tired for all the race of time
It’s eyes are closed
It’s mouth spit out dirty mud and rose...

People fly high
If they grow on your back
You can make this step
You can fly with your soul...