Rain

City of a lost spirit I wander around the homeland of my inner world, it's time to meet, It's my calling - hear my step It' my rock, may be... I throw a stone at the wall - I am... to be or not to be... I know... The snow falls on my nose It is a moment of eternal life further ... higher ... stronger but why? I must to die You must to die I can say it just now Only in a foreign language Language of Shakespeare it is raining here and it's snowing I live in the country of brown bears Call me... or give me a call... we are people... And we must to die.. But it is not important... will be the other side of the earth New world which is written in our heart... I love you....