No more power left, no sense of pain either.
And a soul is eaten by grief like by moth.
Everything is going to the dogs, and it’s not for the first time
And the meaning of friendly phrases equals to zero.
Everything is gifted to someone, lost, sold,
And a heart was served at supper, covered in blood.
There is only dirt left somewhere on the bottom of the pockets
And some feeling as well, something like hope.
She’s hearing steps that faint away.
And he became a crane and will live somewhere above.
She’s not waiting for him, she forgave him and she’s crying,
And her dumb friend fools her with hope.
And time is leaving quietly, and naive lies
Is aiming a knife at the left wrist.
There was hope but it was left in vain,
It’s dripping on the floor as a sticky red liquid.
You are alone by default. But even if there is a friend,
He won’t see misfortunes on a palm of your hand.
He won’t become brave for you, if you are struck dumb
And he can’t tell for you something you wanted to tell.
He can only help if something is wrong,
If your eyes get covered by the dark despair
If your face gets divided by tears
And there is no hope left for yourself
Hope is a self-deception, but it’s all we’ve got
It’s passed around selling its honor
This lying bitch throws dust in the eyes
Disappearing when it’s needed most
It will go away and come back over and over again,
Always keeping away a cherished diamond
I’m dead without hope, shot through by grief,
Because I was hoping, but wasn’t sure.