Текст песни Ритм дорог - Миражи

In the distance a beautiful sunset over the river ,
On the shore sits a young boy .
His fate is not stroked his hand ,
And life was like an evil dog .
He would say nothing but his fists clenching ,
He was not paid , all in the soul store ,
And you look at him not understanding ,
And you can not tell you , from what his soul aches .