Ideal Time for Everything (Ολοκληρωμένη)

Time s fleeting

Times fastly passing
It was night but now is morning
Nothing seems ever lasting
Neither a silent mourning
nor a cheerfull feast.
Autumn day with grey clouds.
Dead leaves on the empty street.
Autumn images and sounds.
Some months they last
And they ll extinct
Everything has a part
in creation biggest scheme.
Again all will start from scrach.
and they ll become a pile of dust.