Four seasons in mother-earth`s heart but how many have I I can`t ever count them all I`m just drifting through the days and try to aspire to the light
Sometimes I feel I`m close Sometimes I feel I`m far and some days I can hear the falling raindrops in my mind They seem to fall like freight-trains
It`s so strange how fast my mood can turn so sad How a few unkind words can feel so bad till suddenly I find myself surprisingly glad
The bells never ring When the bad things arrive The birds never sing Beforе the sun begins to shine but it`s normal, it`s just life....
Just a little bit trials on my single days but maybe tomorrow the sun will shine What could I do with myself but shake my tambourine and beleve that love will come \\ when it`s the right time
Coldness of this age wants to harden our soft hearts It can hypnotize us if we aren`t sharp enough but it`s my luck that I know that our society is pure lie and lies will break down
There are steets full of chances the unknown world outside There`s fourteen hundred nasty dead-ends when I learn to live my life Buried events come back and get all up-side-down
Sometimes I think it`s cruel Sometimes I think it`s fair and some days I think simply It just belongs to that game and so it is, it`s just life