All my directions – blind and wild

which sent me untile now

there and everywhere –

why again it`s stop me guilty

to your little hands my dear.

Your eyes – in love – like a sea

your heart which always waiting for me

so warmly, to forgive and say:

“You are just like a child”.

But it is silver in my hair

and lots off questions in my mind.

I lost you so far before,

now meaby I`m late to find.