Five years without any word
Five years without any breathe
The dusk, the dawn, at home, abroad,
In bed, in car, in closet or on board,
There is no me. No life or neither death.
Five years are not much, not less, not all.
Don't cry, don't sob, don't weep:
Just time, just time that have been lost.
But not a life. Not yeat. It's not a final post.
There is a chance for one and greatest leap.
There is no way to get back what is gone;
Those words that's never had been said.
It's tragical, it's furious, it's sad.
Five years is like a graveyard stone-
Somewhere deep inside I have been dead.
But I remember: a life is an eternal wheel.
What's still alive - still have a time to heal.