I’ve asked myself for many times
what for I was born, was brought up and became adult
what for clouds are passing by and what for it rains
Don’t expect smth for yourself in this world
I would fly away to the clouds, but I don’t have wings
That shine of the stars is attracting me
but it is very hard to get the star even when the goal is so close
I don’t know if I have strength to thow
I’ll wait a bit
And then I’ll start to prepare to the trip
After the hope and the dream
Don’t burn out my star, wait
How many roads should I go by
How many tops should I climb to find myself
How many cliffs I should fall down from
How many times to start from the beginning, is there any sense in that?