Black vultures circling around the waste of your youth Always afraid to tame the waves a part of youth is gone No Rise, can't stuck in the mud the wait is over No second chances, time always runs Turn your back to the sun and fade away Signs of surrender desperation Life kept deepening its roots, but didn't let grow The seeds were not yours to throw away, but nothing is left to bloom Stiff and withered still exists The countless years With no drop of willingness Just adding to the score Rise, can't stuck in the mud the wait is over no second chances, time always runs Only reach for the endless sky forget of the shore Take a deep breath and dive In the end the curtain will drop Wouldn't be a waste to leave without a blossom? the flowers of your time, a meaning caught in the scent, treasures scattered with the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
