In the middle of the night

In the middle of the night

From the smoke of shadows

Ones a splash from outside

Have apeeared so sudden

 

And the beakon lasted bright

And the flame was clear

Who are visiting tonight

Guest from out here

 

Tell your name dont be so shy

But it rarely speaken

It's a blast from second sky

One who also living

 

But for true it's son of sphere

Son of odd plane silence

Second sky wich is not seen

Known ideal glass lense

 

It existed just for self

No retreat no lies

And from dream it awakes

To fly hundred miles.