Snow in the mountains, the road going to the slope
A fantastic road over the fog, going to the building and around the destruction
There are plums on the table, there are two alarm clocks and a vessel with a butterfly inside
There are different animals living in the forest, you can meet a bear there
It seems to be so easy to jump to the neighboring planet
To see Paris in the evening and die. To die in order to be resurrected in the morning
And what is it I don't want I can't understand you how I