Retrospective - Sitting In The Red Train

Life is so putrid for me every day
Dangerous sky by the ancient mead
We’re all too grateful

I can’t breath, this poison infects my blood
I’m drowning, but nobody can help me now
It’s too late, to stay alive with open mind
I’m dying here… Dying like a butterfly…
I can’t fight, there’s nothing more to get it back
I’m falling, and nobody can touch me now
It’s too late, to be again a stainless child
I’m dying here… Dying like a butterfly…

They are not innocent…
After all… Many years…
Flier lost mighty spell… There is no time…

Belief in a miracle controls my mind
It didn’t really happen
You can do it without your faith
Spread your wings! Fly!

I don’t want to cheat
I don’t want to fight
I don’t want to lie
Never again

I don’t want to cry
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to die

Did I saw in this pane cheerful eyes and strong faith
in justice and goodness in the world?
Of course…