Владимир Чистиков, Александр Фролов Slave Of Unreality

You’re always looking forward
To find ideal places
Overcoming any borders
Winning any races.

Not trying to look around
you always dreamed of castles
The castles in the air
But the time fiercely passes

What’s wrong
With you?
So long
What are waiting for?

Everything that you have
Isn’t enough always for you
Are you the slave
Of world that is not true.

What is the most important
Time will tell us about.
and now you understand that
The silence is very loud

The best place to be
Is somewhere else.
But you never agree
That your life is in mess