| Weaving Of Lives |
| There are two people A man, a woman They are happy They are in love but In her was growing A little life In him was growing A little death Now between them There are the last sights 'Cause their story's Going to be broken Rit: This is a weaving A weaving of lives It's like a game But we do not join And someone else Bigger then us When he's bored Plays with it There's a young man Who's life has Been destroyed In few moments When a morning He woke up With his soul Hurt by the faith And his eyes Before bright Now are full Of tears and pain Rit In the end There's a woman She's so nice And so sad For her child Who's passed away Has no more tears And no more life But her beauty Hasn't changed And soon she'll meet Her On the black car Rit |