Hard time

It's so unjust to be the last
                standing in the line.
To miss good luck, to be fucked up
                and hard to define.
Things go wrong far too long
                and nothing's gonna change.
I have to decide, to make up my mind
                to get things rearranged.
Nobody to trust, emptiness in my guts,
                I'm left on my own.
I have to get through, there's nothing to do,
                the river is flown.
And probably I am willing to find
                too much for myself.
Man proposes - god disposes,
                in itself
Life is a crap full of traps
                teaching to survive.
Now you fall, then you crawl
                before eternal flight.
The one who does it and who did it
                always being thrown,
Gets his aim, satisfied claim,
                climbes his welcome throne.
I'm not going nuts, I'm moving my butts
                selecting variants
Soon I'll be done having fun in the sun
                to "Stratovarius".
I let bad luck stay, for now it's ok,
                let it try my soul.
In course of time all the power of mine
                will ruin the wall.



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