Bog-Morok - Neizbezhnost'
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Everything that was in the distance
Day by day is getting closer
To become one more instance
When the dream turns into a problem
Taking shape, becoming real
Dream will be gone, dream will be dead
It won't meet your expectations
Neither now nor evermore
Everything we only dream of
Seems to be like self-deception
Lost its meaning and its value
Turned into failure and defection
Taking shape, becoming real
Dream will be gone, dream will be dead
It won't meet your expectations
No!
Like sand through our fingers
Making everything linger
Time waits for no one
Slowly wiping all of us
Help me find what i can see
Just only sometimes in my dreams
Something that has no chance to turn into reality
To become a failed reflection
Of what i saw in my dreams
That never leaves in pain and fear
Like sand through our fingers
Making everything linger
Time waits for no one
Slowly wiping all of us
Eliminating us
Day by day is getting closer
To become one more instance
When the dream turns into a problem
Taking shape, becoming real
Dream will be gone, dream will be dead
It won't meet your expectations
Neither now nor evermore
Everything we only dream of
Seems to be like self-deception
Lost its meaning and its value
Turned into failure and defection
Taking shape, becoming real
Dream will be gone, dream will be dead
It won't meet your expectations
No!
Like sand through our fingers
Making everything linger
Time waits for no one
Slowly wiping all of us
Help me find what i can see
Just only sometimes in my dreams
Something that has no chance to turn into reality
To become a failed reflection
Of what i saw in my dreams
That never leaves in pain and fear
Like sand through our fingers
Making everything linger
Time waits for no one
Slowly wiping all of us
Eliminating us
