Punkie

Waiting for you so long
I'm getting old
I know that time
heals all pain

And there's nothing left to see each other again
There's nothing left
There's nothing left...

After work
only melancholy is my enemy
And keep living
We like to obey and keep silent

There's nothing left
There's nothing left...

And the world is full of luxury and frivolity
Indifferent people feel nothing
My shield has a heart to face so much pain
What do they think I'm doing here?

Waiting for you so long
I'm getting old
It's not paranoia
just memories

My words in the end
are carried away by the wind
There's nothing left
There's nothing left...

And the world is full of luxury and vulgarity
Indifferent people understand nothing
My shield has a heart to face so much pain
What do they think I'm doing here?

The world is full of luxury and vulgarity
Indifferent people understand nothing
My shield has a heart to face so much pain
What do they think I'm doing here?

Doing here
Doing here