I’m walking along the street
I am looking at empty sky
Empty faces around me…
Is this fate really mine?
Always lonely, I like this sense
Close my eyes not to see the End
Does the truth anywhere remains?
Don’t you tired of always pretend?
Why do all of you frighten of death?
It has nothing to be worth than life
During life you die every day,
Burying part of you in daily “innocent” lie.
I am traveling round empty world,
Forlornness is all that I feel
Overcrowded street - only scenery
People – slaves of petty ideal…