Smoke from the chimney, twisting to the sky
Let me follow with my dreams
And find the cloud that I am looking for
Tomorrow is too late, this cloud of mine won't wait
Smoke from the fire, created by my mind
Leaves a comfort of its own
And faces life while in the bitter sky
Drifting to the clouds, its swaddling clothes or shroud
Test of time will tell, school or funeral bell
But we may not know which for years
Reason for my life, cause of all my strife
And cause of all my hopes and happiness
Smoke in the grey mist, finding near a cloud
To givе my mind a resting place
Beforе ascending on again
Drifting to the sky, never asking why