We live only once for making a history;
Between the centuries there is a mystery.
The main criterion for your hysteria
Is man's behaviour
And nothing else.
But think of each of us, who feels like dream is dust
-We've never run so fast
From fortune's bells.
Sometimes in fears your tea of tears
Won't be severe
For my dessert.
-So, draw your wonders,
Imagine dragons,
The real mystery
That you deserve!