< Felix Komarov
The transparent clear life and death.
Transparent God is transparent paradise.
And if you want another,
That this dream do not leave.
In it all the heavy and weighty.
In it the salt and bitterness, pain and fear.
In it the cross, a crucifix and moans
And the world that turn to dust.
But even hatred transparent,
The transparent as well as love.
Transparent tears, the one who is crying,
And the world that happen again.