Twenty ten Some people say that There's two years left Fortune tellers make their money But in fact Nobody knows Nobody gets Nobody cares What they have. I don't trust horoscope Because they just lie There's nothing that we don't know About our own life. People, who write them Never know Never guess What about What about What about Stars are crying. What do you see in all this What would you say about This How would you live with all this. Maybe you go to Africa. Maybe you go to Canada. Maybe you go to Black sea? Or maybe you come to my sea Here My sea. Here. What do you see in all this What would you say about This How would you live with all this. All that's left is Waiting Hoping Not crying Living Loving Improvising Let's improvise Let's improvise Let's improvise.