When I was a boy, I was like a twig
I was driffted by the wind of strange feelings
Evil has been falling down on my head just like neverending rain
Colours of the world around was draining my bloodless roots
Every love, which left me, is a fallen leaf
Every year of my life is just like a tree ring on my trunk
Every lost friend is like a rotten branch
My every loss is like a broken stump
I am a tree, I´m strong and high
Now it´s hard to see my tree rings growing
Life is the wind, it takes out my rotten branches
By blood of dead friendships is my trunk watering