Sitting in darkened room
Wriring the meanless words
I need no bride and no groom
I`m in the power of Lords..
Want them bein` proud of my soul
And estimate my effOrts
When there`s the time for deed poll
I`ll feel the lack of the words
Hope no more on paradise
Got used of living in hell
Therefore my blind broken eyes
Can only feel the death knell…
What is supposed to be done?
What is remained to pass?
What should be endless rerun?
What is the payment for sass?
I don`t care what is ahead
Quickly forget what`s behind
Sometimes don`t want live brain dead
Sometimes – in nothing confined…
Deaf to the endless advice
Live every day on my own
Too high, alas, asking price
Too frAgile besides the mind`s hone …
27-28.09.2010