"There's no escape, it all persists," - A quote from one of Blok's sad poems. Years have gone by since with stale coldness He pointed out this course of things.
There's no way out. Some cherish gods, Some turn to wine in search of truth And end up living down below Accepting fate which has no proof.
You stroll on cobblestone alone Back home among the other loners And with yourself cannot be honest. A line from a book that's lost and gone.
To be yourself? But who are you? Whose spirit dwells in this frail body? You're being questioned by somebody Who left your line out of sight too.
And you, as nights go by so fast, Keep blaming fate in desperation But still you hope a different life should Have a start for you at last.
It seems, that just a little longer And you will see the dawn tonight. Yet fall asleep as always lonely It all persists, there's no way out.