Time Is Not an Enemy

Verse 1
The hands crawl like ants on the glass,
You count every minute, but drown in the wine.
Morning — just coffee, lunch — empty space,
Evening — the screen, and again not your kind.
You wait for someone to hang in your place,
But it doesn't work that way — it's all on you.
You'll drag this load in your own harness,
While time, compressing, burns through in the flue.

Chorus
Time is not an enemy — time is your chance.
As long as your heart beats, you're not defeated.
Your train hasn't left — it's an endless advance.
You're born of time, and by time you're greeted.

Verse 2
You're young — and eternity rests in your palm,
Today you can simply just throw it away.
Tomorrow — the same concrete road, cold and calm,
And no one will offer a hand, by the way.
You look back — twenty years in neon signs —
Burnt out like a match, gone like a sunrise.
The most precious things sold at auction lines,
And you just keep whispering: "no, no, no… lies."

Chorus
Trumpet Solo (piercing but soft)

Verse 3
And you start running — to catch the horizon,
The sun endlessly sets in a vortex of days.
It never grows old — that's eternity's prison,
But harder for you to find shelter always.
Each breath is a struggle, each exhale a debt,
One more step toward the grandeur of heights.
Closer to the line where you hear a sharp "click,"
And silence will swallow the routine of fights.

Chorus

Verse 4
The years grow shorter, like thread from a needle,
Plans turned to ashes, just cinders remain.
Silent panic — to fly on one wing so feeble,
Life leaked away, washed out by the rain.
You got a burnt fuse — did anyone light
From it even one candle of warmth and grace?
You're not yet extinct, haven't gone out of sight,
In despair you rip off every mask from your face.

Chorus (soft, fading)

Outro (spoken word, piano and bass only)
Well then. Home. Back home again.
Hot radiators, tea on the stove.
It's good to come back when you're tired,
To warm your weary body in cast-iron warmth.
And somewhere in the fields, beyond the city line,
An old bell keeps ringing, ringing…
Don't ask for whom it tolls? It always tolls for you.