Никому не доверяй наших самых страшных тайн,                                                                            никому не говори,  как мы умрем.                                                                                                                       В этой книге между строк,                                                                                                                       спрятан настоящий Бог,                                                                                                                                   он смеется, он любуется тобой.                                                                                                                     Ведь ты красива словно взмах,                                                                                                             волшебной палочки в руках                                                                                                                          Незнакомки из забытого мной сна.

Мы лежим на облаках,                                                                                                                                            а  внизу бежит река,                                                                                                                                             нам вернули наши пули                                                                                                                                            все сполна...