The Haunting Laughter Of This City Fell ...

First there was death in this city,
Before anyone died...

The vein of loneliness was not cracked,
And we were not alone...

When death started and our loneliness started to walk...

Before every long journey, your face would fall into the course of my trail,
Your smile flowed from me,
I would be your eye...

To the blunt dead sentences of a suddenly cold life,
To the existence of my omnipotence,
I've lost your name
I found my name
Your name is LOVE.

However, my silence that did not fit into my life was still gray,
And I was still forests clear of me,
I ate by far from the rivers whipped on my back.

The day has come;
The haunting laughter of this city fell silent...