I waited with endless patience
like an autistic dream
at the gate of the institution
the heavy gate of the institution
something was made known to me, only for me
there is something just for me
not all is lost

Here is something that belongs only to me
for some reason it is mine
it can’t be taken from me
not even out of ordinary malice

I waited for no reason
with endless patience
like an autistic dream
at the iron gate
of the research institution
I waited with endless patience

as one who practiced many hours
the skill of self-control
as if I were engaged in some kind of devotion
meanwhile the moon rose over the rooftop
and suddenly for no reason I was a bit…