Years passed crying I set me

And then returning back

Dreaming, hoping and then falling

On blades made of glass wich cut the time

I remember that I dreamed to go

With others to die of boredom

In distant countries that I even known

In places where dream becomes reality

I'm not like you

I don't speak like you

Lusing any things at all

I'm talkng to her

Swallow cocktail of absurdity

That we read on newspapers

Or we hear from, or we hear from

Well-dressed individual…for playing this fuckin life

Yes, because life and death are only a game

I don't need this

I've got my star

Idon't care

She's my only certantly

To her I speak,and I watch her…

…she answers me

the only thought I care

are my star words

here away

She's my only certantly

To her I speak, I watch her…

…she answers me

Well-dressed individual…for playing this fuckin life

Yes, because life and death are only a game

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