Thousand words are told about lifetime. Thousand reasons will not cease to be a name in memory. Take a moment having thrown out the next sheet of a calendar
Everything that interests you in this mad wheel of time is the moment you will recollect what (you) can't done. But not the man chooses the end but the ends do

Whether it is necessary to test the heart
If tomorrow yours native will hasten to you
But you can not to be with them any more
But you are in a hurry while heart works a metronome in a breast
You know that you are the mechanism in the huge machine installed

I seal the time
You'll never mind
I'll die for a soul will rise
The apathy of all you see
The echoes of your mediocrasy
Your hate I know
Your fear I saw
But I knew that was overdose
Of egoism
Of a new rigorism
Someone cry for new life bliss

You have planned the result,
You are running for it, you are searching the moment to find yourself
But you suddenly meet you'd not waiting for
Crowd of fools are gather to look as you die
The absurd was hammered into the breasts
We are pulled by what we are afraid
We greedily look to the eyes of death
That came not to us

I'll ask about the end and I will be count as the undesirable interlocutor
But having coming home
They necessarily will stick to the Tv screen
Greedily contemplate the reports of new sudden outcomes
We are pulled by what we are afraid
Having concealed breath
We meet lines of wrinkles on our faces
They are more clearly, than the time has less