feel so grue and bleen
like I’ve never been before…
although I try to hide
pretend that I’m all right, I’m not
keep telling my mind,
to stay in control over soul
but nightime comes again
the stars spell out your name
and so am I, I…
feel so grue and bleen
for trees losing all their leaves
believes like empty streets
feelings boulevard of broken dreams
the moonless autumn night
brings tears in my eyes and in my mind
a glimpse of frozen star
touches the guitar, touches the guitar…
Pasărea În Spatziu 
like
how did you know… hmmm