It's a pity that it happened
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Too bad it's not a bad dream
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And you can't open your eyes
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And see a completely different picture in front of you
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Sorry for the pain in my heart
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Sadness in my heart
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And a lonely look sadly looks into the distance
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Maybe it's different over the horizon,
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But something does not allow you to leave the walls of your home
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It's a pity that we began to smile less and less
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That you have to part with loved ones
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It's a pity that everything is sold for money
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Even feelings
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Notes became minor verses sad
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Dreams are buried in the ruins of a poor country
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where old people live
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Boys disappear
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It's a pity that ideas break on the walls
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Sad to lose people dear to me
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And forever rips out pieces of my heart
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It's sad to accept that my childhood is over
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Again a lonely look is directed into the distance
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sorry in the heart pain in the soul sadness
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sorry it happened
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sorry that my happy dreams did not come true,
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and nightmarish here they are in front of me
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dark life line
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life lane
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fear of the inevitable prevails over hope
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faith melts that everything will be as before
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bad premise foolish naivety
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the insignificance of humanity
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soul broken subdued
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losing faith we unclench our fists
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those who used to be dear are already indifferent
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those who used to put a smile on your face
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now annoying
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pushed to the border
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and what you were striving for earlier
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something that was deep in your mind
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it's a pity that the plans are ruined
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dreams don't come true
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sorrow disturbs the heart for a long time
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happiness is forgotten
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too bad the black stripes are longer than the white ones
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sorrows overshadow joys
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bright moments
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hearts are harder tempered than steel
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We resigned ourselves to our fate, but it's a pity
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sorry it happened
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sorry that my happy dreams did not come true,
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and nightmarish here they are in front of me
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dark life line
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life lane
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hands reach for the sun
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where are you clutching your cigarette so empty
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you want air, but not here
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acrid smoke in my eyes ingrained pictures of the present I would wake up and become
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happy in two clicks
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longing longing only now the strength is running out
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I'm already at sunrise once again disappointed in myself
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sorry there is no such place
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where there is no lie
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where the heart does not hurt
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where would you hide
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abysses are circling from the storm
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stings sting mistakes
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writing postcards to loved ones
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who are not around
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and again sorry for mine in a couplet with a sad look
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attempts again, but in the final, as always, only torture
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I saw the tenacious and I saw the weak
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seen comedy drama
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moaning from wounds, I almost cried
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it's a pity that all this is so and it's hard to change something
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and there is no strength for evil,
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but for some reason
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sorry it happened
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sorry that my happy dreams did not come true,
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and nightmarish here they are in front of me
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dark life line
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life lane |