Reality ...
(C) Race ^ Freedom
All my life - like a squeezed lemon,
I'm still standing at the crossroads of recklessness,
Not feeling anything, just cry
Yes, own, devoid of will, Kingston,
Stunned by what he saw me paskudstva.
And how dumb, unable to utter anything,
Unable to do anything to change,
I stand at the precipice, saying the last "farewell"
And took a step forward, I'd been able to save himself,
But do not have the courage to take this step to take.
Awkward balance keeping, silent,
Looking at this life sad eyes;
This way of life more than anything I do not want
"Why does she need me?" - I ask, but
Do not hear me answer, because there is nobody about.
No friends, no relatives - no one
Everything in that moment I was left in darkness,
Alone, all alone in the ominous silence
Only he can decide his fate, but I
So scary ... so lonely
Stand and freeze in that emptiness.
All crawling in their own dust,
All by themselves, proudly rejecting the knowledge of
That they themselves waiting somewhere ahead
(And many are already close to the end of the road).
The loneliness that at this hour with me
And by giving the right to be alone with destiny
The last time transfigured serpent
Bared his mouth ...
End of ...
Though it all, will only gray nothingness
The fog rolled gracefully.
Then here is the fear-knit, friendly,
But it's too late ... too late ...
You this story? Enough, friend.
Drop skeptic banality.
This is how pretentious and masterly
I see the bloody reality
Here are just a pity for me not to ...
