In your skin I descend my sutcases

crowded with future memories.

Packaged in a square, wrinkled collar,

I beg you to let me to give you

plucked button.

Still, lipstick doesnt come off.

And, the hate cannot be dried off.

We will perish from speed of your wishes,

before I can open my mouth

and drink a medicine form the spoon

of devided attention.

Therefore, thear me

before you hit the coast of promissed river.

Put me between nail polishes,

or, even better, paint me in war colours,

so I can imagine shield, and spear.

So I can go against Haron.

We will perish from the rest of time.

Put me on and be free.

Of, sing me in the train with Gypses,

just, dont leave me from your dreams.

If I lose myself in baggages

I know that you will not search for me.

You care only for clocks.

We will perish from jurney.

Again, your badges sting me, you dont know,

You put them in my forehead and

with wisper ask from me

to be happy, when you drink a little more.

On the coast, you snuggle your speed

on my shest.

I loved you, mortal, dont worry about morn,

I condemn you, somber, dont think about question

what I remember from my past life.

We will perish, and I didnt even heard

the sound of your blood, when becomes

a part of all theoris of relativity in the world.

You put us down and sat on the last

boat for oblivion.

The melody is stunning.

After little death, i am walking, walking,

on your skin.