Mine soul is like a cradle,
of an unforeseen blasts.
Who knows me inside,
where hidden is the power,
which would be able my soul
once calm, presently restless,
with the only one word to hush?
So much questions, so much things,
perturb my heart, disturb my mind.
Every day I see so many people,
they calling for peace, calling for love.
...
...still not end of all days!
No, there is still not end of all days!
still the light occasionally visits us,
...
Like a small lonely boat
sails on the Pacific.
no waves, no wind,
on all the sky-line.
...
I don't need much, to be happy,
some simple, little- little things,
for me entirely enough is
to see things which come out from heart,
...