Life in

I got tired to speak a foreign language.

It did not make any sense.

Rang in my mouth the words of Finnish poignantly.

Had to return back home.

So I citizen of the world,

I got my identity back again.

It was filled with a sense of feeling.

I back pocket of years after

its a beautiful day butterfly Katri like this.

And he dance before my eyes beautifully.

I, of course, I was sober.

Still, we danced together

moth, and butterflies in parallel.

Dreams can be a bear with wings,

sometimes they bring us somewhere.

Life is not fool,

must receive the cards

that it may be at the poker table.

And I still inside position it

unfulfilled love. I have not yet learned

I play my cards without a past.

Now I miss only a new future,

a bright new day.