Where will I paint my Life

The passed few days brought new events and thoughts to my life, it's not the turning point but still. More music, more surrealistic dreams full of assassins and more wishes, as always)) So, just couple of days ago I found new and thought of old rock'n'roll inspiration which reminded me of what I'm dreaming about))

...The colours have built up in my mind

They're bleeding through my heart

And nobody knows that they exist...

I've been given my brush and plate

But where will I paint my Life

And will the buyer in the sky

Believe in what I dream...

Последние несколько дней принесли новые события и новые мысли в мою голову, хотя и не стали поворотной точкой, но все же. Больше музыки, сюрреалистических снов, полных убийц, ах. да и еще больше желаний, как всегда)) Итак, пару дней назад я нашла новое и вспомнила старое рок-н-рольное вдохновение, которое мне напомнило мне то, о чем я мечтаю))

...The colours have built up in my mind

They're bleeding through my heart

And nobody knows that they exist...

I've been given my brush and plate

But where will I paint my Life

And will the buyer in the sky

Believe in what I dream...