It’s every evening - I am litting candle
You image fumigates with smoke to meet,
And I don’t want to know that I can handle,
That time will pass and this will pass with it

There is no longer place in soul for wisdom,
It’s everything I had beside the pain,
She didn’t know, but she has taken with her
To airport and later - to the plane.

And every evening I am litting candle,
You image fumigates with smoke to meet,
And I don’t want to know that I can handle,
That time will pass and this will pass with it

My soul is hollow, emptier than never,
Why do you stay across my empty way?
Just song’s fragments, some dust and rusty web there,
And everything the rest she took away

Ànd now evening litting for me candles,
You image fumigates with smoke to meet,
And I don’t want to know that I can handle,
That time will pass and this will pass with it

And no lead, my soul goals - purely bogus,
You dive in it and you will find the scraps
Two “half of phrases”, half of dialogues
And rest of it locates in Paris, France.

So let the evening litting for me candles,
You image fumigates with smoke to meet,
And I don’t want to know that I can handle,
That time will pass and this will pass with it