drop by drop my life is ending,
all the people passing by.
all the beauty you are sending,
can be written on the post card.

I can wait you more and more,
till the sun will fallow west,
I will wait you to open door,
where you're hiding golden сhest.

All the tresures and the glory
that you're holding next to heart,
it won't save you from the worry,
that some day you're gonna die.

is it pleasure or the end?
are you happy?
are you sad?
can you help me to understand
why I'm dieing on your hands.