Who are we in the sand time?
For eternity we are dust
a paper man, who do you think you are?
What are you able to do
to stay alive in the jungle,
surrounded by a bander of greedy beasts?
Put off your ambitions
and apathy will awake that very moment.
Sweet taste of victory!
Bitter taste of losing!
and who told you
that you are welcome here?
What did you want?
even standing in a shadow
you can't avoid problems in this life.
Time, alas, doesn't like waiting for us
and pulling us forward.
It's pulling us to our graves.
You need to catch everything in this life, try everything.
You close your eyes and for a moment you imagine a picture from the future
But only when you choke a beast in you,
destroying the bonds of destiny,
you'll be able to tear these chains of routine
and stand up from the ground.
But you can't tear them
you're a rundown fool
Because someone imagined it long ago to be so
that chains are not to break.
Such a desire to live
Such a desire to catch it all
and heart is beating so fast in the chest
then all is just ahead?
It may be all just ahead.
as always destiny surprizes you,
just like this April. We're waiting for spring.
These snowy days are just nature's whims.
Bundled up in a knit scarf. I put on my hat and gloves.
Another wrinkle and I'm a year older
Another wrinkle is a grave for another dream.