I have a feeling that the sky used to be bluer than it is now. And I also know that Serega used to be more cheerful. And there were longer summer nights. And no one wanted to go to bed before dawn. Who of us would like to go to bed? There is always something to do in the morning. And so we are walking down the stairs to heaven, on which the sun will cut off the scales. We were always walking next to each other. We drank lacinic wine on the way. Sometimes I close my eyes at night, so it seems to me that I'm on the way, that I'm walking on it. I'm always a step away again in the morning. I go where the lacinic wine destroys the answers of my questions. I go where my soul may find peace once. I go where I hope to have a dream that will not end after waking up in the morning. I go where my body will find a shadow. I just wake up alone in the morning. I always wake up alone in the morning. It's just waiting for me again. A long day, a gray day, the one that will unfortunately fix my dream in the morning. Where is only my nightmare? I just opened my eyes and wandered out. Now I have a bad feeling that I'm wrong, that I'm here alone, there's no one here to say anything. A long day, a gray day, I'll be waiting, I don't know if something will happen to me at night. I let something happen to me, before I wake up in the morning. Now it's clear to me that the sky is not as blue as it used to be. The stairs to the top of the hill were my compromises. And so I stayed in the middle of the road. And since I came here, I let it happen, I let it happen, before I wake up in the morning. I go where I put my tools away, I try to find a solution. I go where my soul will find peace. I go where I hope to have a dream, a dream that will not end after waking up in the morning. I go where my body will find a shadow. But I wake up alone in the morning, I always wake up alone in the morning, I'm waiting again. A long day, a gray day, the one that will unfortunately correct my dream in the morning. Where is only my nightmare? I just opened my eyes, so I went out. Now I have a bad feeling that I'm wrong, that I'm here alone, there's no one here to say anything. A long day, a gray day, I'll be waiting from afar, something will happen to me again at night. I let it happen, before I wake up in the morning. www.mooji.org