Bi-2

I took away dreams and revelations,
My safety
Is in hands of fate,
My main nerve
Is threaded a needle
And almost totally naked...

And every day crops up new aim —
Now walls of mountains the mountains of walls.

I don't believe in omens,
But I see a good sign.

It doesn't matter anymore
Where the ways have parted.
But you cannot step twice
Into the same river.

I haven't got to know death yet,
Let's put off the meating with it,
There's so much left to sing.