Growing up

"And here are the trips

only dreams remained.

And here are the voices

and the songs fell silent.

 

And here is life

now it flows faster.

And here are the children

and the toys were lost.

 

It's not my fault that I grew up,

τime is running out.

It's not my fault that I grew up,

λife that is short is to blame.

 

The moons cracked,

brought by spring.

Marble the light

on the last night.

 

Erotic bullshit

to wear tomorrow,

ιn the squares of the rain,

to be sold, Saturday."

 

♫ Den Fteo Ego Pou Megalono♫

(Its not my fault that I m growing up)

Done