To face the truth just all and that's my deal
My Russian English does not need correction
They'll understand you think, you sing, you feel
And they will give some candles for your action
Let our souls allways stay the same
In chain of deaths, of births, and years of distance.
Your jester's scull will never lоugh again
But you will be. Forever. As exsistense.
And we will be to tell them who they are
Until the Earth so rapid goes around
In wish torun, to to fly away too far
Because it hears somethere the perfect sound.
The sound of music someone ever play
But who was he let it will not remain.