The Ways

Every evening my compass marks on the south
I took a step and went into this circle
I heard the word here , but found only the sound
And a few silly poems
I knocked on the door - no one answered me
But I heard in the house who - then howled :
"We wrote poems when we lacked the words "

Tell me , my brother, lonely ,
What do I do to turn back
Your word to me than Awards
Your word as children's dreams.
You're back home, when I was asleep
You've been a long time in the way , you forgot what I was searching
You forgot all the words of those verses
When - then wrote .

Ex : Take a step and will be around as usual
Take two , and the land becomes water
And go not difficult , even if there is no road
Look at our two two wings
On the ground, never had the heat
But so hard to leave without a trace, even if not long age .

And with us , only those who have gone , but tired
Who have long wanted , but could not
And looking in the mirror , I understand
What's in this abyss no bottom , but there is a ceiling
And we have long wanted to seem kinder
But what happened to us when we shot in the head
And believe that you will stretch out your hand to us
Again, let us feel the current.

Ex : Hey, brother , tell me whose fault is
If we always drink up to the bottom
And wrote poetry until morning , scaring pen dawn.
Look - we have two wings for two
On the ground, never had the heat
But so hard to leave without a trace, even if not long age .