Work, Friday parties, chores, spouses, kids,
Fashion to follow and patterns to be -
Standards of living. And now repeat:
'This is my life as I want it to be'.
She wore silver-golden rings,
She drove the newest Ferrari,
She was so incredibly scary
That stuff from the labeled glam bliss
Love is only some sense
Of the absence of sense,
It invades our lives
When we have other plans.
Hello to you from the gray gloomy city,
Where crowds unconsciously worship despair,
Indulging in dangers of constant self-pity
With naive belief in the world's being fair.
I take one last look behind,
And you can't believe those winter days
Were nothing more than lies.
The day is revealing its new morning face,
And I've disappeared - without a trace,
Without a sound, without a sign,
As you'll never care. Well, dear, it's fine.
I say: 'Good morning everyone',
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hope
That February turned tears to.
We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropes
If wonder is all that we do.
We used to be like Jack and Rose.
'You jump - I jump' - a stupid oath.
But they all failed to figure out
Who had survived and who had drowned.
I closed the door of my dirty old flat,
I went outside for a short evening stroll.
I bought some cheap hooch and a condom instead.
I'd only arrived when I heard a phone call.