I'm looking through dirty and moist window I see the life There are so much dust and ruins Trees tilt to the ground from languor There is a spanless desert behind the window Not a living soul outside Around the world and clock of eternity Run the herd of my memories Run the herd of my memories Run so fast but, but I try to recover shallow details from the past Clock never will spin in reverse direction Past illusions of the world are washed off by this dirt in an endless abyss Remained for me just something that survived I'll step on a threshold, will follow in the tracks of the last wind Stepping on a dusty road I move to nowhere I go to the sun for saving my soul from cold I drift around, return to this world. Why? than, who I am… Around the world and clock of eternity Run the herd of my memories