I’ll be your breath
When miss Death is whispering
To your ears,
I’ll get all of your sins
When Devil is marking your eyes
With blooms of Apocalypses.
Angel – how it sounds
To be your wing
And cry your tears
When you losing your best friends
Day by day
As predators byte your skin?
Angel,
I’ll name you – Angel,
Bitter symphony of red ink
On the bodies of your nightmares.
Just a little boy
From urban heart of old city,
Just a bird in a shell.
Let all sparrows of the world
Sing our troubles
As opera-divas rise their voices
To the sea of human meanness.
The door promises –
Way out.
Just a bird in a shell,
Tiny as the last hug on the Earth.