Rock music from George Lugatt
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George Lugatt
Playing with time
Moments are running through my fingers,
Finding home in memories.
Memories are building my future
That does not belong to me.
Time is always running and running away. And it takes something that you wil never take back - life, moments of life. They hide in your memories they build your future that actually does not belong to you
Death lives in tomorrow's temple,
Drinks wine of my common sins,
Death is only moment of life,
Life is just moment of me.
I am playing with time,
And avoiding the line,
That is singing my own song to me.
Time is painting my life
Into earth sun and sky,
But it is not a picture of me.
We always try to avoid tests that life sends us. Each of these tests are the lines that sing our songs to us. But for it is easier not to listen. This is the way we are playing with time, that paints our lives into earth sun and sky - everything that gives life, but we do not belong to life as our souls are from eternity
I can see horizons are changing,
But something still remains the same.
Killer on the road is waiting,
Waiting for sunny day.
Who is that killer? Why is he waiting for the sunny day?
Scars of feelings vanish in time,
And turn into the thoughts and deeds,
Everything is only horizon
Of the eternity.
I am playing with time,
And avoiding the line,
That is singing my own song to me.
Time is painting my life
Into earth sun and sky,
But it is not a picture of me.
Have you?
Have you sung before?
Something, something like this song?
