Säärane ving,
mis pea kohal.
See paitav hing,
õhku hõivab.

Tühi ruum,
üksi siin.
Olen kõige tuum,
enda galaktika.

Vahva küll,
varje silmitsen.
Vaat et idüll,
kui nad peatuvad.

I sat,
on my window sil,
and as so,
the sun set over the hill.

The first,
rays fo day,
graced my face,
nothing more to say.

The strees,
dead as midnight,
soon filled with souls,
for another day to fight.

The birds,
singing in a choir,
inside me lit,
a lively fire.

My tea,
cold as stone,
the best friend,
here on earth, all alone.

I sat,
on my window sil,
waiting to fall,
my destiny to fulfill.

inimesed,

on katkuks,

ebavajalikud,

ühiskonna jätkuks.

that is all.

and,
as the seconds passed,
everything,
non-apart,
became true,
for I,
and my time,
was,
now due.

it may be,
that summer,
was never meant,
for rest.

it may be,
shallow souls,
are simply,
locks unopened.

it may be,
i am,
nothing worth,
to see.

Emptiness,
the gray sand dunes,
where the elderly,
feed on prunes,
and tea.

Soullessness,
the waterless ocean,
where the fish,
on each other lean,
and rot.

Lovelessness,
the dead heart,
where the blood,
still flows to part,
and dry.

Look into the mirror,
what do I see?
A hollow wreck of man,
staring back at me.

Oh, so wretched,
with a crooked smile.
Mesmerized I am,
for a little while.

As days fade,
so do we.
No one in the mirror,
looking back at me.