Vladimir Ratzkevich

Where is your guitar
your automobile
will you get this far
heaven knows you will

Waves are pushed ashore
we are made to live
now and evermore
duped in disbelief

WE ARE DISCONNECTED
AND THEN WASHED AWAY
YOU ARE NOT PROTECTED
BUT WE ARE OK

NOTHING IS FOREVER
NOTHING EVER WILL
LOVE IS MY ENDEAVOR
WHATEVER YOU FEEL

You are 75
nothing's much ahead
you have lived your life
and this is what you get

I can reassure
there's no paradise
but it was before
gone with past days lies