Tommorow

Glass eyes of the river
Can not tell me
Nothing else.
The true dissapeared
Somethere
In the deepness
And even under honest looking eyes
It is still a secret.
No more tears in the river,
Just shadows playing on the mirror.
I can't hear the angel breathing
I became death
After what he said.
The river is going -
You'll never catch it,
Even if you follow.

To sit in the corner of the softest cloud,
Play a gitar
And sing
To make the luck to smile.
Just silent -
Angel sleeping.
But he'll wake up
To make you
Happy.