I’m standing on the abyss’s edge
Letting the birds outta cage,
And next is my turn to fly
But in direction opposite to sky

Not used to living in this new age,
Just can’t start a new life’s page,
And have a conflict in my mind
Trying to understang: who am I?

I feel myself like on the stage,
Like I’m not real, and it’s strange
Can’t find a place for me in life,
All my attempts result in self-denial…

There’re three common types of robbing:
A hold-up, a burglary and a marauding.
Commonly raider acts alone,
But he always comes with a gun.
What does a hold-up usually say? –
Give up the money! This a raid!
Give him the money – he’s not kidding –
Or don’t, if you wanna be killed.
A burglar often uses a picklock or a crow bar
And needs an accomplice to be on guard,
To watch the street and to holla
If nearby there’s a cop roller.
A looter acts during disasters, commotions,
Namely when people are busy with their emotions.
He makes use of a fuss to his good
So that others’ belongings to loot.

My life is like thousands of others,
I have similar sorrows, similar troubles.
But I never despair cuz I don’t care.
I’m just talking to myself a prayer.
Through disasters, devastation
It’s my sole hope for salvation.
I’m praying in a little room
Benighted in a pious gloom.
I ain’t trying to save my skin
But to redeem my awful sins.
And I believe that God will hear
My prayer whispered with fear,
And that after my demise
I’ll find myself in paradise.