Under the howling wind Sing me a lullaby Life as a chess board You can't cross the line..
Around only lust and vulgarity, And there is no genuine smiles. A strange similarity of past and future.
And want to fall like a stone, When inspiration will disappear. Slaves of our own schemes. Useful only as a pawns.
My aspirations as a flightless bird Not fly above the rooftops, but we must to try.. And I look with fear in the insane faces, And I don't know why I still have fear.
And want to fall like a stone, When inspiration will disappear. Slaves of our own schemes. Useful only as a pawns.
So staying alone with you, I want to hear the lullaby of wind. When the game is over. When figures leave the board.