Хроники Великой Игры. Игрок. Предтечи. А Р ГАЖ
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I hope for something better,
But I'm waiting for the worst.
And when I open up my eyes
I see the bubble burst.
All my dreams are broken
As the world is torn apart.
Was it really meant to be this way
Right from the start?
If this is all we live for
Then I wish that I was dead.
Just so I could stop this thoughts
From going through my head.
–
I close my eyes.
I close my eyes.
–
I close my eyes again and wish
That everything was fine.
Even though I know that
I'm just waisting precious time.
I'm losing my direction,
Life is driving me insane.
The more things keep on changing
The more they stay the same.
So please somebody catch me
Before I hit the ground.
I just can't understand what makes
This crazy world go round.
The more I look around me
The less I seem to know.
If this is all there is
Then I don't know where I can go.
–
I close my eyes.
I close my eyes.
–
I close my eyes and wish
That I could turn back time.
I close my eyes and wish
That I could press rewind.
I close my eyes and wish
That I could change my mind.
I close my eyes and wish
That everything was fine.
–
I close my eyes one final time
To make my vision clear.
The more I try
The more my vision seems to disappear.
The world keeps turning round
As I turn my inside out.
I'm doing all I can
To understand what life's about.
But everywhere I seem to look
The answer isn't there.
Nobody's asking questions,
Cos nobody seems to care.
There has to be some sort of meaning
And a reason to exist.
If this is all there is
There must be something that I missed.
–
I close my eyes.
I close my eyes.
–
I close my eyes and wish
That I could turn back time.
I close my eyes and wish
That I could press rewind.
I close my eyes and wish
That I could change my mind.
I close my eyes and wish
That everything was fine.
–
I close my eyes».1
Глава 1. Диплом
– Слушай, старый, скучно мне! – Тень поёрзала на тёмном троне и умоляюще уставилась на компаньона. – Сосед, а сосед, давай повеселимся немного. Не могу уже играть просто так. Ску-у-учно!!!
– Не повторяйся. Не выставляй автора любителем масла масленого. – скривился Собиратель. В коей-то веки, голова болела у него. А наглая сестрёнка находилась в наипревосходнейшем настроении. На столько, что вздумала капризничать. – Прям как в детство вернулся… Чего ты хочешь, старая?
Удивительно, но Всеобъемлющая вообще никак не отреагировала на это самое «старая», хотя в иные моменты, устроила бы скандал с битьём посуды. Хозяин пещеры зашипел и недвусмысленно посмотрел на беленькие кругляши, лежащие на блюдечке рядом со стаканом воды и корзинкой с пирожными.
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Текст песни «I Close My Eyes» шведской рэп-метал группы, «Clawfinger», из альбома 2001 «A Whole Lot of Nothing»