My songs

I’ve got different songs in my baggage.

Unusual songs – you don’t need them.

I’ve got usual songs

But they are listless for me.

There are songs for girls,

Songs for celebrations,

Boring and sad songs

And simply poems.

Romances and dances

You are indifferent for them.

I’ve got many bad songs,

But they are for death…

There is silent joy and laud melancholy,

Cries and sighs

In the mounting of songs,

But the best my song isn’t still sang

And let it wait it’s time…

If I get fame and honour,

And after I’ll grasp that everything is only fuss.

The truth is in my solitude!

Everlasting Truth and beauty too…