Standing at the window She looks up at the moon With the hope of soon forgotten souls It turned out the light and the door prohibition. And lie on a bed Where images and words penetrate deeper She has too much pride to go She lies silent and waits sleep. She looks up at the ceiling And try not to think about. And the chain of paintings She tried to talk again- But the feelings are gone. And water can not cover her memory And ashes can not answer her pain God, give me the strength to breathe in the wind And to rescue life from cold zhklkznoy cells. In the ashes Or the smoke from the fire With wings in the sky Or here, lying on the bed With the palm of her hand on my head Now and forever in my heart And in the heart of the world