Slowly green colours flying in black,
I don't want to heat these sounds,
I don't want to go back,
I won't to see these crowds.
What will happen in our lifes?
Evil or good? Happiness or sorrow?
Who know, everyday somebody dies,
But somebody won't alive tomorrow.
At lately night after all I heard,
I can't sleep, so into black nights,
There is all, I've learnt,
There is green and lovely lights.
In this town only black water,
Wait, sorrow, love and life,
I don't know nothing, all was forgotten,
And fishes, and people don't drive.