In my mind's eyes I see the path   To the gates of child's land   Fluffy moss under my feet   My hair talking with the wind   Drops of rain which have just fallen down   Like the pearls on conweb's cover      I ask who we are   The candle lights   Waiting for unquiet wind   A crooled mirror of space   A handful of ash which wants to   Become the diamond      Although the Time is mocking at us o openly   He is laughing at us   Setting its face against us   We are not able   To rule over the current of his stream      In my mind's eyes I see the trees   Which are trying to touch the sky   With their whispering arms   Old tales are being told by the bird   Just opening the arms is enough   To be soared up by the wind      Although the Time is mocking at us o openly   He is laughing at us   Setting its face against us   We are not able   To rule over the current of his stream      The Nature answers   We are what we believe