o miłości słów kila

all I used to believe in...

all I used to hope for...

is gone

in my weak fear-hands I keep your love

she's gone too

with the rain

with the blood of the past

steel warm and sweet

still cold and poisoned

wish you were forsaken

wish you were so close

crave you were an air to my lungs

crave you were the rain

but you

beautiful but dead

dead because beautiful

weak and strong with no necessity

and I here

like a tear with no owner

like a forgotten vagabond

like the rain

cheated by illusion of your presense

drawned by your hostile hands

I stand

never proud

never-mind

far in silence

feel my cry through the soil

burnt by life

burnt for life

by the Sun

calm...

I don't feel

I don't sleep

standing here

in the rain