- Your loneliness ghost was seen fumbling through the dark water,

Say quiet feel stung,

So what, let's go "Strawberry Thieves"

The forest of birch trees for three days.

Of modesty and decency of the poet

We had made a silent alliance,

A crusade kind of NATO,

We had to guess both words.

I used to be a girl in high altitudes

And I wrote poems in altitude on horizontal line.

In dreams you told me I can go and browse me with any man I love, Swinger rum.

On the fucking street when I sent messengers rain that blew vegetation,

So it started a second flowering.

Lifeboat was cracked by injustice hail,

Still expect to support in late Love

I know sometimes murky waters run deep,

I know that sometimes you cannot drive alone boat,

The oar is hard and you have a bearing,

But please at least let the tank.

In the silence of nights, I can and I will do figure out your intentions.