Time; give me a chance to jump through the reality
And let my [bad word] [bad word]  I need ability
To travel to the past and change the moments there.
I will amend it fast, ‘cause this is all I care.

The same mistakes, I’ll never fix,
Make me obsessive and insane.
When I rewind years, months and weeks,
It brings me only greater pain.

One last try to realize I’m wounded, to find another aim.
I need to see the purpose, which should be clear and plain.
I simply don’t have forces to swim against the stream
There are a lot of crosses that seem so dark and dim.

Farewell the world you’re so severe
I’m in the past, I’m staying here.
Being happy there it’s not the same
I’d rather feel nothing than pain.