Under the window
of an unknown beloved...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

All the night
sea...

From the bottles of the forworn memories
that on the counter I amass...

If I were tears
I would paint rainbow...

In absolute darkness I saw you
like a shining object...

Come on baby what are you doing to me, thus to us?
I am a person not a commodity that you can replace...

No more alone, no more me,
no more endless walls, fences...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...