...This autumn. Is this the carnival of rust?...
"I lost for after no disaster can touch us anymore and more than ever I hope to never fall where enough is not the same it was before." (Poets of the Fall - Carnival of Rust.)

És mi lesz, ha te is?
Mi lesz, ha te is csak játszol.
Mi lesz, ha csobbanok,
S te vagy oly bátor,
Hogy nem vársz meg,
Nem kapsz el.
S engem majd a habos hullám
Fed el.
I'm worried because I always worry.
This life is so fucking scary.