Синии мысли вокруг распятия, четыре руки словно пара крыльев. Кто-то снизу рычит: "Проклятые!", сверху ответ: "Они святые!"
i wish you were here, my dear!

You sweet so strong and shining!

My wish, oh my wish! come closer and closer my fire!

forget about life and die!

come here and will be mine!

So wind and wings come too!

I will be yours...my dream...you...you...