Hard Days

Hard days grief presses in your life
In your head there is an idea about suicide
Psychodelic of dreams the sense of life dissolves
The feeling of fear dissapears before accounts of life

The parallel word life is absolutely another one
Be dipped into abyss of bright fantastic dreams
Look around,life isn't so bad
Kill dark ideas get rid of tears

Look at yourself,you are falling down
Look back:What will you leave after you?

You follow me and believe in dreams
Open your eyes and you'll' see the blue sky
The fire blazes in your soul but still you go!