Cuts of Life

Walking down the streets,
Looking at the windows,
I'm counting yellow sheets
'Bout people, worlds and wisdom.

I'm counting how much miles
The years have gone here...
I'm wondering where're the fires
Of this... of this... and where?

Except the people, worlds and wisdom,
There is some love, some hate, some joy.
Except the sheets I leave down
You can just find my "Je suis seul"

Walking down the streets,
And carrying my thoughts,
I can't count just one sheep -
I wasn't to it tought.

The Moon is going with me
And singing out my song.
Don't see the sense of living...
I need just to hold on.

Where are my friends? Me dear friends?..
They're sleeping now of course...
But I just can't go on at this land...
I'm putting down the old brown horse.

New life, new thoughts - it's all I need,
It's all I much desire, but
Life is not some of earth beneath,
To have you have to make some cuts.

Cuts of your life, your memory and feelings.
Cuts of your parents, relatives and photos.
Cuts of you old way, no, style of living.
Cuts.Of.Your.Heart. If it's not borrowed...

11.12.05