Arafed man sitting at a table looking out a window

Portrait of the father: an empty glass fell from the table, Shards gliste on the floor, And suddenly I wanted to say , Forgive me, my friend;, I'm incomprehensibly upset , And I think slowly, The glass is broken, but somewhere out there , the glass is broken, but somewhere here his soul hurts;, And I was right on the third night, We met in a dream, It was nice to remember, That session in the spring, So time went by, And I'm used to it, wait in it , and live at night , the soul of the glass ,Under the Moon , Wander all over the land