I'm not really gambler,
I'm just taking my chances,
All cards are unspelled
So don't get mistaken.
There's no tricky man,
He's not me, forget him,
Groundbreaking cool's lost
As the world I could...
I could take it.
Now I'm slipping away
As quiet as tears fall
As night covers your face,
Stars stroll and stroll.
The world keeps on turning
And time is going by,
Soon sun would be breaking,
But my sadness'd defy (it).
All tender prospectives
Surrendered my sight,
Clouds are now chasing
The remnants of minds.
Wherever they'll go, I'm just
Bluesing on the moon,
And if you ever feel sad
Here's place for you too.
Сентябрь 2007 г., Вильнюс