Just sell me, please, the ticket to my past;
I have to see where I went deeply wrong.
From those holy hills I'll see a forecast
for future. When it comes I will be strong!

I'll face with a smile everything that hurts
and everything that yet to come in pain.
With tears of joy I'll face those words of dirt -
Those stupid words that's sounds as refrain.

No more afraid of darkness in the night,
No more those dreams and no more nightmares.
I've lost one life... and all my heart in fight
for something... or for one, who never cares.

I'll close my eyes and fly with birds away -
I have no strenght to run again, to run...
Just sell me ticket for what's far away
for past in future... To the place that's gone.

28.10.- 8.11.2012