I rest my head on a summer thunderstorm,
I am a Nordic demon in love with pain,
a Ukrainian full of lust and passion,
a poet driving mad on the streets of inspiration,
no way you could stop me,
I am Buddha and Allah, rain and storm, night and day,
my veins are full of Rasputinian lyrics,
what is wrong with this world, which doesn't accept my crying?
what is wrong with the demons which cannot laugh anymore?
are we born without a change to become stars?

I touched the crying of devils and still feel weak,
I tasted the food of gods and still feel mad,
I am demon and poet struggling for eternal love,
doomed in my pain to write songs for the future,
how can my bleedings stop? how can you make me stop?
You are my children craving for a poem, in these times of lust,
a raindrop heals me no more,
a kiss is acid on my face,
fading into dust,
driving somewhere,
atoms colliding in the universe,
my life is just another poem in this hell.