Your month is thirty nights and days

My month maybe a little shorter than your life

Your weeks running fast, but not mine

An infinity of grief filled my days and nights

Blood usually freezes quickly, let′s see

Anyways it won't be matter in a month three

Your month is thirty nights and days

My month maybe a little shorter than your life

Your days pass quickly as train flies to the station

Alcohol, cigarettes, stupid meetings prostration

However, I want it to be important in month or three

My month is thirty nights of grief

Your smile is like a sea

Your month is thirty nights and days

My month maybe a little shorter than your life