I'm loosing the sand through my fingers
so slowly, sometimes it's so fast.
An hour-glass is standing
and future becomes the past.
 
The drops like the sand fall down 
and verb becomes a noun.
I try to stop this falling.
I try to make a calling.
 
TO SCREAM, TO SCREW UP MY EYES,
TO HIDE MY CRUEL MINDS.
 
Refrain: Immortal senses are drowning in weaping
         Time goes by fly in callous dreaming
         I don't want to hide, but time's like the shark
         I am on the verge... sand is so dark.
 
You sinking into sand.
The sand makes the grab.
Then it becomes the grave,
and you should only pray.
 
It gobbles all your body,
it gnaws everybody.
Remains you still alive
to fight for your own life.
 
YOU DON'T FEEL  EVEN PAIN,
BUT YOU'LL NEVER RUN AWAY.
 
Refrain: Immortal senses are drowning in weaping
         Time goes by fly in callous dreaming
         I don't want to hide, but time's like the shark
         I am on the verge... sand is so dark.

30 декабря 2003 г.