Smoke and ashes – remnants of the past days,

With people from the past, there is no future, in vain

Only the memory, the heart – where are these signs stored?,

I remember everything, even though it makes me feel bad.

Lies, envy, pain – like old paintings,

They froze on the walls, became a part of existence.

Goodbye, the door is closed like a showcase,

Behind them – everything that was blown away by the winds

Smoke and ashes – remnants of the past days,

With people from the past, there is no future, in vain.

Only the memory, the heart – where are these signs stored?,

I remember everything, even though it makes me feel bad.

But even in the ashes, a flower can grow.,

And in pain, you can gain strength.