The time of the finding is over.
Now there comes a time of the loss.
And dry oars of boats will not recover.
Never fly on a clear water flows.
It's no longer fly to heart mystery.
Don't deliver the golden sand.
Greedy sharp blade of life had a victory.
The oars cornered to a dead end.
Now there comes the age of the grays.
Good angels where are you all nowadays?
Wild demons where are you now at these days?
Sleet at door want to see my face.
The time of the loss jumps in the race...
But yet I cannot find
All what's hidden inside.
Help my mind.
It is time to give what we've brought
For the ages, but it was loan.
My wind that crucified on the road,
Howls like wounded wolf which was shot down.
I met people who find the good innings
Also I met the laugh and the love.
I bow down to them with my own meaning.
Many corners and blades in the life.
Now there comes the age of the grays.
Good angels where are you all nowadays?
Wild demons where are you now at these days?
Sleet at door want to see my face.
The time of the loss jumps in the race...
But yet I cannot find
All what's hidden inside.
Help my sight.
They will be left, will be forgotten,
Will be slaughtered, no one got them.
They're uncommon straight from this instant
As we are all in our existence.
Now there comes the age of the grays.
Good angels where are you all nowadays?
Wild demons where are you now at these days?
Sleet at door want to see my face.
The time of the loss jumps in the race...
But yet I cannot find
All what's hidden inside.
Take your might.
Age of finding will reappear
And the time of the losses will stop.
Thousands boats will float to solar sphere.
They are loyal to luck, love and hope...