15th September 2005,

For love taught my tears in sader notes to flow.Katrin, you are very high on a romantic frame;And i will water your spacious garden when needed,For your name is all over me.

No water for the old line,No rivers for the old town,No flowers for the old man,Not lovers for the old man,No forest for the old land,No Island for the old man,Np peace for the old man,And no identity for the old man!Because no one cares for him,And he is always alone.

But of a self-incriminating fact to blow the whistle,And we are yet to account for the dead.

And like Bagon my friend in the land of peace.

And like everything that you hear, see and experience!But i am like the man in your mirrror.

But be on your guard always!Because you’ve promised me your sweet love and,I will pay you a surprise visit one day.