Sunday

We are their eternal target
If we swallow the shadows and run through the night
Morning eventually comes to us
Even on a planet where nothing but meaningless things happen
Opaque developments continue to take place
I didn't want to believe in its power
In a life where nothing is ever set in stone
Only death is clear
It's not something I want or don't want
It can come over thе window at night when I'm asleep
Happiness is far away as far as I have to go to find it
I havе no time and no money
But if I want it, I have plenty of time and money
The profession of expressing myself through writing
There's something you can't see in a note
People are dying for sins unknown
And it's reported in the press with impunity
A murder without a sinner and a culprit
Only the witnesses can testify, alone
Times change
Very quickly
I might not be here tomorrow
Maybe I'll be here until the day I die
My words don't penetrate people
It just passes by
I hope you have a nice day
I really do
And me too