White Page

Artrosis

Stone of no value

Appeared as a diamond

Although it's always been unbroken

It's gone into a dream long ago

And you're white page again

You efface words with rain

That bitter like a wormwood

You will find your breathe

In unwritten verses

When you master their plot

You're white page again

You efface words with rain

That bitter like a wormwood

Her touch of your burnt feelings

Will never come back

Wormwood - your sing

You fight with dream and night

That is memory's queen

Everything is being brought to dust

In your inner-self and together with you

In the gallery of phantoms and shadows

You stand stock still alone

With new hour hoping

Something will let you move

But again

You're white page ...