passenger, Olesha
Everything that goes up has to come down
Goes and comes
Starts, finishes
the existence purpose
And its inevitable end
Only to die, don't expect anything else
This game of appearances
of monotonous survival
of footprints that have been left behind by those who aren't around anymore
the history of the past, added to the value of silence
Pauses that bring apart and overcome
the verses of my song
I do it the same way but different
I don't accept rounds of applause for compassion
Pauses that bring apart and overcome
the verses of my song
I do it the same way but different
I don't accept rounds of applause for compassion
There are many dreams that are ending
and hope is running out
Conscience is ruined do to loneliness
you want to give up, and tears are dropped.
Pauses that bring apart and overcome
the verses of my song
I do it the same way but different
I don't accept rounds of applause for compassion
Sometimes I'm afraid about my feelings
to focus on what's right
you murdered in that moment all the illusion
