Some door in me has closed
When mother was taken away.
Some deep doubt in believing overcomes me
When my woman goes through pain.
Some part of me died
When my brother left this earth.
Some tissue in my core rattles
When I think of my father grieving, living alone from all.
Some bird screams in my head as if in terror
When I recall all this.
It screams constantly.
Trezvennost II 