Who Cares

It will come to you, and will call for a,
She'll take your heart and soul to take,
Then you find yourself suddenly last line,
The road only there, but in front of her - you ...

When the weakened arm and sharpen hearing,
You will live no more than two minutes.
And no more friends and no longer friends,
Now any words - it's just the sound.

It's too late to look for the answer your question,
Too late, because you are no more.
All the same stars, all the same morning and dawn,
And you do not care anymore, because you no longer have.

And all becomes meaningless, and the thought like a hunted animal,
The one that came after you have already closed the door.
And at the same moment, all dissolved in smoke,
Yes, it is still, how have you been ...

It's too late to look for the answer your question,
Too late, because you are no more.
All the same stars, all the same morning and dawn,
But you do not care, because you are no more.