Sometimes I feel like live in the gallery of empty pictures,
among them I`m motherless child.
The guide is their master he`s wild, dress in the veil
of the street wants make me one of his victims
So, come on baby fast like a flash and slow like night
so, come on baby when the night falling down.
I`m still waiting till "the driver" will say:
"Next stop the end!"
We`re both on same bank, on same ship, between life
and death
Between heaven and hell in large gallery of pretend!
