She Looks at the Screen

She looks at the screen, her fingers are over the keyboard
More and more often it seems to her that she knows what will happen next
Having read that she is good and must not be a fool
You suddenly feel the absence of falsehood in confessions
For thousands of years the wind has been moving out of phase
And only from the lips on the icons something always wants to come out
She is again ordered that she wants to be present at this execution
Wisdom is wisdom, but the meaning still doesn’t remain
O-o-o-o
O-o-o-o
O-o-o-o
O-o-o-o
And her look is such that before her again and again
Animals make way
And the books turn yellow, and eras pass fatally in songs
No matter how trite, I would return all her losses
And carved victorious lines on the sleeping stones
Ah-ah-ah-ah
How often does she not understand that in what happened before everything may seem different?
She wants to feel the wind, but is afraid to admit it
Please type the information on this sheet already.
She is waiting for him, but he is friends with death
And that means he will never stay