A star made of wax.

[Verse 1] You were seeking for fame and you shouted: "I want it so!" You avoided the school and the lessons: "I'm a star, don't you know?" "I am young and eternal forever, I look eighteen to them all," "It is not just a careless endeavor, it's my comfort, my call." "I have drawn all my plans for the future, thirty years in a row," "I have set all my traps for the money, for the status and show." [Verse 2] You are not looking for a heart that is steady, You are not looking for a soul that is true. For you it's just music, and you are not ready, You project only coldness and frost from your view. If you only could know what is coming to meet you, How your plans will turn into a poison and pain, How the budgets will fail and the debts will defeat you, How the quivers will empty and leave you in vain. [Chorus] But the star turned out made of wax, And it melted in rays of the sun. Your life is a sketch with the cracks, Bitter taste on your lips, and you're done. You wanted the world in your hand, But in reality — ashes and smoke. No one follows the path you have planned, On your empty roads, life is a joke. [Verse 3] Like a chase for the Flying Dutchman, For a bright and a beautiful star, Now you live with a poor and a broken man, Waiting for your day off from afar. All the wings of your dreams have been shattered, All your fantasies covered in mud. All the links for your jump have been scattered, And your beauty has lost all its blood. [Verse 4] In the mirrors the autumn is showing, Though the calendar says it is May. No one asks for a thing, no one's going, Drink your tea, there is nothing to say. All the traps that you set for the others, Now are locked on your very own feet. You wanted too much from your brothers, Now the debt is the only you meet. [Chorus] But the star turned out made of wax, And it melted in rays of the sun. Your life is a sketch with the cracks, Bitter taste on your lips, and you're done. You wanted the world in your hand, But in reality — ashes and smoke. No one follows the path you have planned, On your empty roads, life is a joke. [Outro] And no matter what plans you were making... In the hallway the light's going out... Color screens are all dimming and shaking... And no stars are remaining about...