People Who Care

First time I met you, son
You looked frightend of awful life
But, son, you`ve made some mistakes
That`s you`ve ever done

There was also glory in your life, my son
Did you know that, you, you might know something?
That glory dragged deaper and deaper
But your smile hasn`t gone

Now days are over and life are over
What you are you doing now, when you mean nothing?
It was just a tale about you
Oh, what a morning, what a light

No time for force
Your life stopped burning, my son
No time for tears
`Cos they are cheaper than you
No time for sadness, no time for lies
No time for crying, it`s time for dying
Sadness, lies, crying, it`s time for dying