A keresés eredménye

Youth

How many dirty secrets
Do you hide in your head
While looking for answers
In the hands of cheerful friends?
More and more people here
Speak in alien language,
Here among the social networks
You write the chronology of your days
 
How your eyes lose their youth
Every day
And threads of hair change their gold
To silver
The river of time washes away the cost
Of every name
Life is a play, and it owns
Your face
 
How many different things
Are needed to be distracted
From the fact that the attempts to knock
Won't open any new doors
There are more and more roles
That you won't be able to play
There are so many mirrors,
For which we won't have enough stones
 
This is how your eyes were losing their youth
Every day
And threads of hair were changing their gold
To silver
The river of time was washing away the cost
Of every name
Life is a play, and it owns
My face