Lilia

I want the world
To be in black and white,
To see it hot and cold
And straight and right,

To make a picture
Of this rare view,
The way I see it
Want to show to you.

So you will know
The world that makes me ill,
So you will feel
How I do always feel.

You`ll hear nothing
From the quiet wind,
As if last man was
Either dead or killed.

As if no tree grew
In a dark black ground,
As if no bird
Has ever made a sound.

You`ll not forget
that silent lonely view,
You`ll go
And I will search for something new.