You know
that I have already satisfied my needs
You know
that I have scrolled all marches
and songs on my old record player
That I hate your black hair
and inflamed from alcohol eyes
guess that
I am simply mirage
pour a little,baby.
Remain with the theft
of your soul
And а big wolf grins
one hour.
Only this night can wake your smile
On parapets walking
but
i am sick and tired.
i am a choosy-worker
playing credit-games
on money