Yellow lights within my dream
In the dream I snoring.
Wait a bit, just wait a bit -
It’s much wiser morning.

But the morning cannot help
Fun is not as ever -
Either kill yourself by smoke
Or by drinks, for ever.

 
 
 
 

In the pubs a greenish jar
Snow - white napkins - near
Simply heaven for the fools
Me-like caged reindeer.

In the church there’s gloom and smell
Deacons - incense burning,
There is also not so well
Not so well - as learning.

In a hurry to the hill -
Running from disaster.
Praying hard against my will -
To be saved by Master.

If the slope is good for run -
It would be so pleasant,
No my fellows, no more fun
Life - the only present.

 
 
 
 

Barefooted, rain, no light
GOD is not in vision
Should I Find a way to Light? -
Difficult decision.

Forest thick, for ever lost,
Witches everywhere,
Sharpened axes in reward -
Execution there.

Lazy horses dance to beat -
Reluctantly and slowly.
Dance is never incomplete -
As the end is lonely.

Neither church nor famous pub -
Nothing sacred here.
Think my dears all is wrong!
But judgment day - is near!