A little lie
More lonelier than a chair
Beside a tree
that went green till world
Without any dance on my lips
My heart takes a fancy
for a sky full of doves
What do I expect from myself?
My body trembles
from sneeze of a passenger
Now I must walk with two legs
I must sell smile to everybody
And I must say
I am lucky because I don’t know you!
I am unlucky because I know myself!
Now you come and fight with world and count
All these corpses are waiting to hear a confession
That was a lie from its beginning Today war is ended
