Clear the mid-life
Traces , Good wash times, for two years from now even, gray to gray out the memory comes from the soul world.
What am I to say now? I have no words, amidst hopeless emptiness of this life, thoughts in motionless gravity.
I can not believe that it was once my life, what bothers me in the morning, I have chosen it myself as hopeless and sad?
Clear, in the midst of a life There will be no miracles
I do not like to tell what once was, it's over, the glass falls down, breaks in two.
The images of these days have lost their shine, right in life, my heart froze.
I feel old and useless, white noise, head of the void,
no salvation amid the misery.
the colors of life, I've bleached all spells from time to time, but never reached the goal.
Everything revolves in a circle today, this life requires a very, very high price.
Clear the mid-life, I'm giving up already.
The feelings I have done away with, with 90 degrees at 1400rpm,
my life loses all traces.
The costs of this existence To rise as high to be seen at the end.
tired I fall evening in the night the day, as the middle of it, my life lay clear before me.
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