Stone of no value Appeared as a diamond Although it's always been unbroken It's gone into a dream long ago And you're white page again You efface words with rain That bitter like a wormwood You will find your breathe In unwritten verses When you master their plot You're white page again You efface words with rain That bitter like a wormwood Her touch of your burnt feelings Will never come back Wormwood - your sing You fight with dream and night That is memory's queen Everything is being brought to dust In your inner-self and together with you In the gallery of phantoms and shadows You stand stock still alone With new hour hoping Something will let you move But again You're white page ...