The world is changing fast,
All I can do is waiting.
How long will it last?
Will something change my rating?
Every minute people born,
Every minute people die...
Maybe I'll hear a horn
And get you like a tasty pie.
That's not my turn today
And it may never come,
But I understood this day -
Everything needs time.
Now triangle become a line
Everything is clear.
I hope you will be mine,
I hope you will be near.
The world is changing fast...
© Copyright: Grinder, 2002
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