On wasted life

Женя Строкач
    Hallo, I'm a sinner, I own tonns of gold,
    Whatever I begin, my heart keeps being cold
    To tell you, my career has been a way to heights
    And lies create my wealth, my love and all the might 

    Don't care what I say. Don't care what I do...
    Sometimes I try to pray, but thoughts aren't coming true
   
    My promises are empty, and soul is drunken through
    The friends are talking wisely, don't listen to them though
    Deceiving all prejustice and fooling all the faith,
    Again I recollect and search for a new place

    This time it's not illusive, I haven't done that bad
    So why the wheels are turning and thoughts are crudely sad?
    I run from all the cheating , I strive for no success
    My car is moving smoothly, but mind is full of mess.

    It seems I've reached the top, and more,
    I am pretty strong... but dirty to the core
    See happiness is nothing, I don't know what I feel
    The only thing I need is dream and tasty meal

    Don't care what I say. Don't care what I do...
    Sometimes I try to pray, but thoughts aren't coming true
    Big photo on first pages - it makes red heart so grey
    My happy style of living - the greatest game I play