***
So many games are on the earth,
Which one of them is really worth?
So many rules are in the world,
"Keep all of them!" – It gets you old.
Life is the most exciting game.
But it's not easy to put it in frame.
Which of the roles is yours or mine?
How to know what is worse or fine?
***
Life rare is a fairytale
And pretty often people fail
In their dreams and their words
Trying to cover real thoughts
They play and win, and lose a lot
They strive to overcome life’s rot
With all its’ obstacles and claims
And then perform the real games.
Life rare is a fairytale…
***
The other side of the mirror
Is broken, my charming hero
And now it’s totally clear
The world is fragile, my dear.
The world is fragile, my dear
It shows your courage and fear,
Reflects your pleasure and gloom
And proves that life is a loom
The world is fragile, my dear,
And it’s a mirage I fear…
***
You're ignoring me, my dear,
And it sounds more sincere
Than polite and empty words,
But, unfortunately, it hurts.
It's a fun to be naive,
You get what you want receive.
No concerns. It's just my thoughts,
And my usual game with words.
Game is game. You win or lose.
Such is life and no excuse.
***
Two tiny stars are in the sky,
Our dreams live there and fly.
Once they met and it was a flight,
Flash of the hearts producing a light.
Two tiny stars are yours and mine.
Once they crossed and it was so fine.
But time is passing and you’re now far,
Like yours remote and wonderful star
***
The world is fragile, my dear.
You are so far - I am here.
But my memory keeps us together,
And white snow, and wonderful weather.
And your sailboat, and Puget Sound,
And the beauty of water around
And my lips, which are close to your eyes,
And the coldness in hands from the ice
The world is fragile, my dear....