Without a soul, without a hurt
Without dreams, it's not your fault.
Don't look for the reason
I'm just a prison...
A prison of sufferings, prison of love
Requering meetings and was lost above
all humany joes.
Just hearing sound your beutiful voice
Doesn't leave me a choice, even little hope ray...
Please! Don't look at me more in such promising way.
I live only hope, but not for tomorrow,
and for the succes. Just for that you'll borrow
Me piece of your mess...
Or problems or even the failures.
I will take them like gifts
And will do all my best
While you'll be able to rest.
