Is time a line or a circle?
How are we to count our days?
A snowflake melts, you hear a word,
They are the same and already not the same.

The war would pass, one thought,
I said I would not forgive the scum,
For so much rage had gathered,
And here I already go to meet it.

Ready to extend a hand
And again along the cycle of all beginnings
The forgotten reincarnation
I introduce into the channel.