Golden Brush

Did you paint your future

With a golden brush?

Now you just turned thirty

And did you wait for the blossoms of success to bloom

In a garden without weeds?

The fairytales and dreams of little boys

Will take away the present state of joys

So drop your load and walk the unknown road

And it will grow you into your shoes

Are you still looking for her?

For the perfect one

She who reminds of yuor first one

And are you still chasing the numbers

Filling empty voids

Or do you worship a prophet?

The fairytales and dreams of little boys

Will take away the present state of joys

So drop your load and walk the unknown road

And it will grow you into your shoes