not mine.

sorrow thoughts this morning
flies an ancient room
- now it must've been years, they say,
no one sleeps in here -,
and i say - paradise.

lovely thoughts this summer
too much brain no track
- no one left no tear, they tremble,
must we make it clear -,
and i say it must be paradise.

have you seen those dreamers
too much words not mine
- no one brought us flowers, i listen,
love it lost us years -,
and i found my paradise.