автор: Dohtora

You tell me I’m pathetic, since my dreams are still alive.
Time has passed, the clock has stopped…
But when the fire in the heart burns true,
Even if I burn to ashes- I cannot stop.

А black bird is my soul, shrinking day by day?.
Ravenous crows are cawing and I sour intoxicated by nothingness.
Unwanted perceptions make me tremble in fear -
Has hell fallen into the reflexi?n around me?

You say it’s madness - but tell me, Where are the norms?
We’ve grown so numb to the lies, that they don’t even hurt anyone.
Grown old in waiting - how can I believe new untruths,
When among rabid, raging dogs,
The caravan still moves on?

A black bird is my soul, shrinking day by day.
Ravenous crows are cawing and I sour intoxicated by nothingness.
Unwanted perceptions make me tremble in fear-
Has hell fallen into the reflexi?n around me?

Day by day? we are playing the same endless game, as you silence grows cold.
Day by day your luck is running away…