Springs blossoms sadly
little Angels have reached the sky...

I returned home to motherland
where I first learned how to walk...

Doors have closed on me
some came as a surprise...

I have kept some stories in my pocket
they deserve to be told...

I will celebrate Spring again
when trees stop mourning...

The times when you have seen only the madness in...
the desperation I felt when trying to confess my...

When that little wheel in my head is going
all pens are dried out, no paper in sight...

Stepping away from my comfortzone
it's in my nature...

Farewell to winter
the color green is in style...

We are living in a time
the word humanity has expired...

He is a man of no integrity
promoting violence, supporting hate crimes...

If only I could see you one last time
enough to hold you tight...