These dreams are doomed to be forgotten.
No chance at all to have you near.
I beg your pardon. Have no fear.
Let us cut off the last sewing-cotton.
No melody revives the memories.
No feel can resurrect my spirit.
A fighter cannot dree his weird.
There's no more reasons for the devils
To drive a man in sin and passion.
It's mine. Inside. Don't try to find it.
It's still alive. Cannot deny it
Killing all feelings and impressions.
Since when is sound mine a crime?
Turn off the road. But neither left
Nor right you'll find the one you've met.
Time never waits. Don't waste yourt time.