Raise your glasses high,
tonight we won’t cry,
the wine is pouring,
and my love is at home, mourning.
Next round is on me,
we’ll get more drunk than sailors at the sea,
just drink from your wooden tankard,
until everything around is blurred.
Let me hear you cheer,
spaced-out from ***, wine and beer.
This is our last night,
next day we march to fight.
Now, let’s dine,
cause tomorrow by this time,
we’ll be dead,
and our clothes will be red,
like this delicious crimson wine.

I forgot what I was looking for,
was it money, love or some valuable ore?
I don’t even know what I want more,
to go home or to explore
the town, the forest, and the shore,
or maybe I could try the store?
Inside me is a raging war,
between the voices, everyone told me to ignore,
but I don’t know if I can do it any more.
They just get right into my core.
Did I lose my mind or-?
Was it my sense I wanted to restore?
In front of me a locked white door,
and I am lying on the cold white floor.
Sometimes I am visited by a lady, who I adore,
when she was here the last time she wore
a white cloak someone tore.
She says that my mind is sore.
But what matters to me is same as before –
will I ever find what I am looking for?

I could only watch the fire,
burning all that I hold dear,
all because of that ******* liar,
and my salvation nowhere near.
The flames went so high,
and the smoke even higher,
I couldn’t see a single star,
and all the people just walked by.
I wished to run really far,
to escape this burning light,
where it wouldn’t be so bright.
I coughed, my lungs filled with smoke,
and my heart slowly broke,
as I turned around,
away, from the crackling sound.
I was the liar – to myself lying,
saying, that I wouldn't wake up the next day, crying.
But I am a little bit glad,
now I can stop living in constant fear,
leave my old life here,
and that doesn’t sound so bad.
Sometimes, you need to burn down the things,
stopping you from spreading your wings.
Ahead I could see,
a new life, new me,
towards which I started to walk,
behind me leaving only smoak.

I am feeling sad, done and tired,
where is my peace I always desired?
Sometimes I feel like I should just call it a day,
let my despair wash me away.
All expectations are like chains,
holding me down,
when it rains,
waiting for me to drown.
Through the clouds, I couldn’t even see the sun,
and I thought I was done,
but suddenly I saw a ray of light,
it was small but really bright,
and then it began.
Every colour known to a man,
glowed above my head,
telling me to move ahead.
That’s when I understood,
that even when nothing’s feeling good,
without the painful rain,
the rainbow would never shine again.

Like a diamond perfectly clear,
in your eye, I saw a forming tear.
In your beautiful sincere eyes,
hurt by so many lies,
you were told
and which
you had to unfold.
Now, as we speak,
a first tear rolled down your cheek.
I wiped it away,
but others made their way,
down your face.
I gave you the warm embrace,
you needed so much
and tried to calm you with my touch.
Soon you pushed away your pride,
and I just held you while you cried.
You let all your pain out
until you were completely drought.
You were ready to be happy once more,
and that’s what I was hoping for.
You can now start without any fears,
even though my shirt’s wet from your tears.

We got so hyped for 2020 and we hoped it won’t ****,
but, man, we just really ran out of luck.
A lot of famous people died,
while all their fans cried.
So many talented people lost,
oh, and global warming is melting our permafrost.
But even though this year is rough.
I am just like “fair enough”.
Cause what can a poor man like I do,
when everyone is sick cause of some **** bat stew?
And now cause of that flying creatures,
we are discovering Zooms new features,
because some pandemic can’t stop us from learning.
Also, forests in Australia were burning.
But even when the world is going through some stuff,
I am just like “fair enough”.
In the USA they are fighting for equal rights,
while Europeans are just scrolling through their social sites.
The stock market crashed,
and ****** hornets were a bit rushed.
There was a tragic explosion in Beirut’s port,
while the US unemployed because of corona fought for support.
But even whet 2020 was tough,
and I was just like “fair enough”,
I hope that I’ll see y'all later,
and that next year will be greater
Cause if we won’t have some fun,
it would mean that 2021.
And now I have to go – my assignments are due,
I just hope that the year after won’t be 2022.

I always feared that death would ache,
and that it would only take.
Now I am out of breath,
before me opening the gates of death.
And I was wrong,
death is where we all belong.
It's offering us an embrace,
finally some  peaceful place,
apart of the painful world of living,
where we are never winning.
for that, I’d have to be a lot stronger.
Which I am not, cause of that ******* disease,
that got me down on my knees.
I regret nothing but one thing,
that’s what my future could bring.
There is a person that I love,
but now I can only watch him from above.
I am fully aware
that the world’s not fair
But it still hurts to know,
that down below,
is my lover all alone,
cause I was forced to leave him on his own.
But over what’s after death there is still strife,
and who knows, maybe we will meet in another life.