It's almost nightfall. I stay in the street again.
Cold wine has a been feeling. It trembles again on the lip.
Is that you, waving through that window?
I'm sorry, I was wrong. This was a light.
A question of sin stuck in my mind.
Our minds are shaking but our dreams are clear.
I don't understand, why make criticism is a sin.
I mad at you again, God. Protect me from you.
I don't know, what I am gonna do.
I think I don't trust you, God.
If you're don't broken, I don't believe in the weird tales that were told to us when we were kids.
It's hell if I can't talk to my friend around,
Hell is better than heaven.
They were wrong about me,
God looked me and said 'Give him life imprisonment.'
If I will have a problem in the after here,
This will be my obsession with Hayyam and Eflatun.
I will say to they ''We've never forgotten you''
My heart breaks if they will say 'You should forget.'
I don't know, what I am gonna do.
I think I don't trust you, God.
If you're don't broken, I don't believe in the weird tales that were told to us when we were kids.