The happiness smells like a sun:
like ray of light feels on the tip of nose,
smells like the flakes of dust!
The heaven feels so close.
And angels watching me in very weird pose:
they lean their heads and shake them in my pace,
like if they could have hear heart
Instead of all that sound of forbidding place.
That human world, where are all humans dead;
and all it stinks.
That all so stinks like hell...
... surviving by instinkt, the earth has fell, as well.
So let the angels sing, their song is not too bad.
In circumstances of unpleasant noise
it could be great to hear angels voice!
But happiness smells still the same -
like ray of light smells on the tip of nose,
smells like all stars, like flowers on a field,
like dew-drops on a gras along the hills.
The happiness smells like a tiny flame
of candle in the darkest night.
And I belive the light will win the fight:
And I belive the happiness is close.
And I belive. I live... so I suppose.