The Lake

Sometimes I just wish I could find the place

Where I can lay my head to rest...

Somewhere near the calmful sounds of rills,

of forest and the morning haze...

Sometimes I just wish I could bind the grace

With the man, lain somewhere to rest...

Somewhere far away from the men's mistakes

Somewhere far away...

Yet close to home

So I can get away... when I feel alone!

But there is no such life

In which every time you'll get it! For something...

For something lost forgotten -

The real reason of the man

To exist, to live, to breathe

Now... We remain to not believe!