It used to be like this, I used to love, I used to suffer
It used to be like this, I was dreaming only about her
I saw her secretly in a dream
She was like Amazon woman on the white horse

What did I have all the wisdom of boring books for
If I could fall to her footprints with my lips
What happened to you, queen of my dreams?
What happened to you, my illusive happiness?

Our souls were bathing in the spring
Our heads were swimming in fire
And sadness and pain with her were far away
And it seemed that there won’t be melancholy

And now, even if her shroud has fallen
I laugh through my tears and I cry without reason
By eternal cold and ice your blood is chained
You live by fear and presentiment of the end.

I realized, I can’t sing more songs
I realized, I can’t see more dreams
Days with her were streched by threads of lies
With her I only had mirages

I burn the remains of my festive clothes
I tear the strings, releasing myself of daze
I won’t be a slave of illusive hopes
I won’t bow to the idols of deception anymore!