JANUARY

8x: will I be born in this world full of pain … Inside me, will I find all of my powers, will I go fast and higher ? But confusion is the key to understand things clearly Day by day the end is nearest When I close my eyes I can see sky in fire My baby is dying inside What am I doing? What should have thought? May be I'm wrong What are we hoping? What should we've brought? May be we're wrong Feel december, stones and woods still have the last word to decide what we'll have to deal with And January is stolen and the land is so dark and my hands are shaking but it's not my fault Landscapes are silent and bodies are lying and books are speaking but it's our fault I'm crashing on dirt and dirty I step in this world full of abusers and power addiction confusion confirmed in systems of lust and justice in dead and destroyed in pieces on different places on earth like little candles standing silently heating with love, feeding our heartbeating with love. They keep preaching but we won't listen we keep on rocking rolling and spinning this world, we're playing instead of praying and keep singing this song. What I am doing? And what should have thought? But may be I’m wrong What are we hoping? And what should we’ve brought? But may be we’re wrong But may be, but may be, but may be, but may be I’m wrong And may be you’re wrong… And January is stolen and the land is so dark and my hands are shaking but it’s not my fault…