Singer: Dot. Page 2

So what are we looking for, what we strive for?
If in the mirror see someone you love
Someone we never say goodbye,
The one we will never forget?!

But life is beautiful and wonderful clouds.

The fear of the pain of old losses
Frank love slammed door.
Now, when the heart is no more fire
It defeats the purpose of every day...

Yes, it happens, love dies
But it seems to be beckoning again beckons,
And wonder where did all the heat.
The cold in your eyes, the wind in the words of...

Look at the sky, look like floating clouds,
And sun light you can't catch never.
Our world is poor, and there is not a drop of soul;
Everywhere is the rapids, but you don't give up - breathe.

Dreams that you just imagine some beautiful dreams
And life to present - it's just an impossible dream.

Reality eaten my dreams.

Dry skin - during tears are falling inside.

Gingerbread in the teeth, and silently under the whip.

People make money, make money people.

There is no God, but plenty of money
It sold even what is called priceless.

Sell your soul, sell your body, in this city everything has its price.

Do not believe the promises, they are like the wind,
Are born and die in its inconstancy...

And those who are far, for some reason he roads
A strong sense of the ordeal,
When love remains only a fragment
Then you better dream, than weight of justifications.