Someone hour is broken, someone in a minute,
Sometimes you do not know: will live there at least a day?
Die in agonizing moans escape or flour?
Without violating the laws or dressed bracelets on your hands?
Every year, in every district of someone departs, taking inside.
Someone lit beneath the armor instead of the institute.
Some people live in the way, someone buries himself.
Someone long climbs, not noticing that already sinking.
Boys on his last journey escorted to life brothers,
His tears are not hiding briefly say goodbye.
After all, he himself chose instead a best friend
And jumped to the bullets, getting lead his own chest.
Because of its well-packed arrows per second lost everything