The ugly faces of the buildings
Grey to the left and to the right the same...
And endless streets full of the ones with hidden feelings...
And one who knows who of them...
................................. that wonders day and night
In hopeless search of... well... who knows what,
When asked, will say he doesn't search for love
He's full of it himself and he just lacks
For one to share it with, to offer sit in an unowned boat...
Like fruitful tree that waits for passer-by
To ask: "Please, shake my branches, ease my load..."
And one thing more... Why when this crazy world
Performs its daily turn around its axis
This one who knows who will never hang
With his head down like a tiny bat?..
And yet if pushed will fall in dirty pool,
And crowds of the ones with hidden feelings
Will trample! trample! trample him in mud...
Oh my...
I hate this ugly world of made up truth,
This world of lovely smiles with hidden sting,
This world, where serpent flies, where roses stink....
Perhaps it's only winter mood...
And still with all the hatred of my heart I love this life.