Save yourself, green dominates the azure,
the cry of the monster tear appart the far away lands,
How can I reach to spread more than the stammering of young blood?
Words are hiding in the broken parts of the sky,
their clothes of higher water covers my heart,
bitten by your wet absence.
Break away,
remain where your reminiscents
still has shadows.
Paint your walls in order not to be alone anymore.
Words are returning ill,
chanting prayers for ancient hermits,
their clothes from dry cluster of broken glass
cover my mouth with dirty leaves,
to forget you,
as long as you remained sap
through the veins of other trees with speaking marks.
Save yourself, green dominates the azure
and the cry of the monster digs out ancient seasons.