We All Are Sinful
No one insures against disaster
Nobody’s dream comes true
We all are sinfull
In our souls by peoples lives

Life trouble us, changes our personality
Wi all are improved by grave
But I don’t wanna life in this
I’ll tear the soul with my own hands

Giving freedom to my angel
Gut off hands the destiny
How to change the destiny
How to light the black day

And how to ask God
Were is my place? I wanna die
When will my time stop my heart?
And who put my body into the ground?

When death will knock
At my doors, tell me
And I’ll glance back
Looking at the dеath’s eyes
I wanna see the lifе
Of days spending for nothing
To see that I worried people didn’t look for time
That I have no salvation
Behind me it…someone’s hand