The god of sun and the angel fallen
stand on each of my shoulder.
The price i pay for loving
they only distract me from my boulder.
Of the routine I've rotten.
But your smile mischievous
got my soul blooming,
my wanting - conscious.
As i pushed the boulder up the hill
I saw the silhouette of you.
As if Orpheus played a trill
I've bid my burden adieu. ...