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- I will be running barefoot in your tracks
To flare up your memoirs and elation…
The winds will make me out of my depth,
Take you away and chain with separation.
You`ll be the stranger of the dusty roads,
Alien stars will forgive you from the Heaven,
Your judges will be only cruel gods
For my unbidden tears, for secret haven,
For all the roads, which separated us,
For all my downs I`ve burnt in sunsets…
I will be running on the broken glass,
I`ll take away obediently all your torments.