Billion of minutes

Сергей Можеванов
Dreams ain't real, they don't come true anyhow
Only slumbers and fears
But one thing you chose
You chose and just wait for one

Billions of minutes
Forgotten minutes
So empty, without no sense
Empty like I
And we!

Dreams ain't real, they don't come anyhow
Only slumbers and fears
But one thing you chose
You chose and wait for one

Billions of minutes to forget all small things
And try to start from now
How weak I would feel

Ripping eyelids with paper
Making myself to wake up
So empty, so empty

Destroy beauty in myself
Destroy beauty in myself
Destroy beauty in myself
Destroying my mind!

Ripping eyelids with paper
Making myself to wake up
So empty, so empty
Destroy beauty in myself

Destroying my mind!
So...

So empty, so empty
So empty, so empty
So empty, so empty
So empty, so empty

So empty, so empty
So empty, so empty
So empty, so empty
So empty, so empty!


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