Thousand words are told about lifetime. Thousand reasons will not cease to be a name in memory. Take a moment having thrown out the next sheet of a calendar Everything that interests you in this mad wheel of time is the moment you will recollect what (you) can't done. But not the man chooses the end but the ends do
Whether it is necessary to test the heart If tomorrow yours native will hasten to you But you can not to be with them any more But you are in a hurry while heart works a metronome in a breast You know that you are the mechanism in the huge machine installed
I seal the time You'll never mind I'll die for a soul will rise The apathy of all you see The echoes of your mediocrasy Your hate I know Your fear I saw But I knew that was overdose Of egoism Of a new rigorism Someone cry for new life bliss
You have planned the result, You are running for it, you are searching the moment to find yourself But you suddenly meet you'd not waiting for Crowd of fools are gather to look as you die The absurd was hammered into the breasts We are pulled by what we are afraid We greedily look to the eyes of death That came not to us
I'll ask about the end and I will be count as the undesirable interlocutor But having coming home They necessarily will stick to the Tv screen Greedily contemplate the reports of new sudden outcomes We are pulled by what we are afraid Having concealed breath We meet lines of wrinkles on our faces They are more clearly, than the time has less