the season is winter i'm leaving a half of my castle,i'm leaving it without fighting,i have no time to loose.. i'm leaving a half of my castle,dirty roofs on the island of death.. ..dust and snow.. i'm leaving a half of my castle,the spring will punish me for my freedom,but i'll back to knock the door,i'll give my hand to ask for snow in winter.. i'm leaving a half of my castle,the keys are already in its own place,i dont want to take them back,let them stay.. i'm leaving a half of my castle,and the sunset cry over me,the sunset calls and wants to forget and forgive

the leaf i'm fallen from the tree,i'm hanged by the wind,and wind is lookin for place where to throw me,because for him i'm just a maple's leaf,just wild autumn's cat,just cold rain.. the crowd is going ahead,the crowd is blind and deaf,they pres my eyes and face by heels,like melon-because for them i'm just a maple's leaf,just autumn's cat,just november rain..

the mousetrap tomorrow will be boring and funny a bit.. no matter-the main yesterday was day.. tomorrow will be like forever and maybe sinful a bit- nevermind-only the color of grass is important) salt is strewed on the palm, its always strewed on my palm. the mousetrap is closed...