I hear it while I`m going

in chathedrals made of snow

cold soft and slow

suffecating all the sounds

but that is only violence

sound of silence

and lazy wind is not here blowing

where come only seeking hounds

after me and you

dogs' silent wawe is like a dance

but do you have a chanse

to find a safe so secret

that it hides you too

where hidden fears

thoughts so elegantly pierce

and no one ready is nothing to regret

 

When dissapeared love went by

it broke unbrakeble forever

I whisper to the white dark sky

what will become here

of humanbeing so clever

if there is nothing dear

promisses means anything

no one takes  purdom of a king

just power and sharp swords

carries some grate lords

but doesen`t care of those

which lonely ways just goes

that`s why gates of humanity

are mude and mostly closed

from oldfasioned love or reality

the pasts and presents chost

shows suddenly themselves

but nothing for us no one tells

 

Everyone  just have own way

so independed as they say

may they find certain  chart

a game called  silent god

that god  shows not on maps

just in our harts perhaps