I left the smell of carnations in Spring
Rose and chimera that envelop me
In the memory I invented
And I walked as if waiting for failure
Against illness in a body of steel
In the alleys of disdain
And what does it matter to me if it's good or bad
If the color of the flame fails me all my life, it's the same as me
I came there is no turning back, whether I like it or not
May I have an insane life and go without a wedding until summer
I left the sound of enchantment in the spring
Laughter, promise and sleep saint
I no longer know what it means to sleep well
And I walked through the slums of what I do
Now I stumble upon blunders
Now I forget where did I go wrong

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