Actually, a bit like every week
Succession of the ordinary problems
I am looking for a way out of my dead ends
A way against the surface
Nothing to do...
That´s like a bad movie
The mornings are pale
When the nights are difficult
I already know the story
We close the eyes as soon as the evening comes
Long, wide, across, within, we arrive...
All the paths taken find their denouement or laughs,
We rise...
It´s certain, that while covering yourself with the worst
Nothing gives reason to smile and that lasts...
That´s like a bad movie
The mornings are pale
When the nights are difficult
A already know the story
We close the eyes immediately when the evening comes
Long, wide, across, within, we arrive...
All the paths taken find their denouement or laughs,
We rise...
Long, wide, across, within, we arrive...
All the paths taken find their denouement or laughs,
We rise, forward...