Nature is the temple with alive colonnade 
tangle of silent voices ring here now and then 
people are walking in this symbolic forest 
which is wary watching them 

there are fresh smells gone away 
just like red cheek of a child 
with the sweet oboe with freshness of the grass 
why dearest shall pass 

as the echoes fuse into deep dark unity 
so the colours, parfumes, will be the same for ever 
high above the trees, high above the lakes 
flow my spirit, fly away 

somewhere in me I found true passion finally. 
Drug is sneaking around me 
nothing change its vanity