| Millenniums, swallowing lives of nations and casting generations down in the dust and oblivion, mortifying hopes of people, why can't | |
| I touch your spectral surface. | |
| Why can't | |
| I see my future and my past? | |
| Chronicles of mankind's existence, ruins of great cities, all drowned in the time sand, all was life somewhere, somewhere in the past. (But could I be there?) | |
| River of times flowing with countless streams of lives, parallel realities and unrealizable future, can | |
| I find my ship in you? | |
| Whirl of destiny and the waters of | |
| Chronos are interlacing in the thin string of life. | |
| Voices of infinity are heard in the every thought and every thought is the beginning of lives of many. | |
| Every soul is eternal in the tunnels and roads of possible destinies. | |
| And I will pour myself in this flow of time. | |
| I will leave my trace in the page of eternity. |