Crazy century
When the rivers of tears are washing the stones,
Gloomy clouds are singing that nothing returns,
Crazy century goes away,
See, it s nothing to wait, and it's nothing to prove!
When my sensitive heart always called me to move,
But my body prefered to stay...
O, my changeable wishes and coverty wills
All that keep only clouds and mountain hills
All this fall in the abyss of time,
Crazy century goes, just leaving the pains
Fully humans are playing in dangerous games
Looking over the rapid deadline...
But wherewer I live, I shall always believe,
Feeling magical power, that forces to live,
Keeping hope and looking ahead!
With the century’s death waiting exellent times
I shall write through the years my lyrical rhymes,
Highest treasure I anytime had...
28 December 1999
