Neither you, nor me should know
Of those strangers that come in the night.
Shining glare of memories in flow,
Telling me come back to distant bight.
After all, my state of mind is clear,
Love, that burdened, turns to be a fake,
Guilty glances won"t collect the mirror,
I"m not dead, I"m here, for goodness sake!
As my life is clean right now and here.