Have You ever seen
Pale faces in the street?
With cold eyes
Lips closed tight

Have You ever wandered are they alive?

They are breathing, alive
Living their usual life
The only thing it is
They are frozen inside

They are waiting for spring
But it doesnt come
They wait for birds to sing
But there is no sound

Just some memories of autumn
But there are no colors
No drops of sweet rain
Just the weeps for upcoming pain

The warm wind hides away
And the inner fire sleeps away
People around are living in summer time
And their time doesnt move a dime

They are stuck in cold winter
Just with few breaths left
Gasping on their own lives inside
Living their usual life outside.

But that doesnt matter to You
They are just some strangers
In the street for You
You have Your own wages.