The rain is falling from the sky,
The darkest clouds in my eye
Asking me what i gonna do
My death is waiting downstairs.
Cold dark water only cares
What with myself i prefer to do.

This is the roof of memories.
Nothing is upstairs.
The clouds and the rain –
They are all so near.
But their whisper
Accessing to my ears.
What am i prefer to do,
If i something heard?

Leave me alone
The stuff i ever said,
Let me have rest.
Because i’m already mad.
Don’t touch my dreams.
Let me to ask myself:
What of memories are ready for the shelf?

This is shelf of memories.
And many books are missing.
Where have me been,
When i must to listen
The secrets of this life,
The bugs of human world.
But i’m on the roof
And there is so cold.

This is the roof of memories.
Nothing is upstairs.
The clouds and the rain –
They are all so near.
But their whisper
Accessing to my ears.
What am i prefer to do,
If i something heard?

This is the roof of memories.
Nothing is upstairs.
The clouds and the rain –
They are all so near.
But their whisper
Accessing to my ears.
What am i prefer to do,
If i something heard?

I say you nothing.
It’s better to be mute.
All of your things
Can easy be computed.
And i prefer
To listen only rain,
Because rain excluding you
Does not give me pain.

This is the roof of memories.
Nothing is upstairs.
The clouds and the rain –
They are all so near.
But their whisper
Accessing to my ears.
What am i prefer to loose,
If i nothing heard?