Granny
making 'em strange and curly,
And who writes the melody better
than this falling rain?
And why is it happened that things
come too late or too early,
And if I would go anywhere
simply do it in vain?
Please, tell why is my sinful life
looking just like the bullet,
And I'm as if that hunted animal
waiting the sword?
But you don't reply to my questions
though I beg you do it,
And just look at me from the photo
without a word.
Chorus:
Ah, granny! Time is passing so quickly from us,
Dawns are breaking and sunsets are going across,
But I meet with the rush and fuss.
Ah, granny! trains are running still after the trains
Endless time's going over the centuries-rails,
But your star shines for me through times and veils.
Please, tell why the whole Universe
doesn't have any border,
And one day I ever should pass
from this meaningless scene?
Just tell me, why are there the smiles
always force to the order,
And I have to manage to get
everything with the grin?
Well, tell me what's up with my feelings
so sleepy and stupid,
And mirrors inform me that I'm
not the best in a world?
But you don't reply for my questions
though I beg you do it,
And just look at me from the photo
without a word.
Chorus.
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