Have you ever wondered why The end of the story should be so unhappy The hero of your dreams should certainly die And you have no chance to help it You have no power to take decisions A day is a century, no future - only past No clear features - only misty visions Life's too long, death won't come fast You see no sense in life, you mourn No need to live, no wish to die You don't want another dawn - Just stare at the burning sky