Life is a circus in the which the mood is acting Feelings are exciting things, that are chained and detained
world is only giant square, on the which the people waiting for the passionate love Mind is only little castle, that is winded of the cobweb, and it's walls so bluf
Into this mixed volume time's looking for it's corner And hope to get some heaven But now it's only one
Oh, little crazy painter try to describe the picture, that is appearing into Rays of rising sun
Your thoughts're in Tuesday, your life's already in Thirsday There are the people, they tell you happy birthday