| It was a blessing that you choose | |
| I swear I wasn't twenty two | |
| On the steps in the foggy night | |
| Of that old Basilica | |
| The stars cold and deep | |
| Beneath the sea | |
| Or somewhere beyond there | |
| Sofia sky | |
| Sky | |
| And the bottles line up like soldiers | |
| Across the old white window sill | |
| I'm watching this city | |
| As it eats me half alive | |
| In the forgotten night | |
| It was a blessing that you choose | |
| I was never even close to inside your ice | |
| But is there anything | |
| more than this haunted park | |
| And our hollowed eyes | |
| Will we really be forgotten | |
| Did you really move back to the mountains | |
| I think I emptied my chest entirely | |
| At the station |