I have to tell what you boring guys,
where a dreams of city of paradise?
neon and cafe, new people, yes?
and a bit of luck for my soul, i guess.
And yellow glasses and green corvet,
your business boring, my friend, you get?
where beauty city, sunrise and roof?
and filthy kisses on body smooth.
And dance on rooftop, and alcohol?
your life is garbage, you stuck in hole,
where shining fire in crazy eyes?
i have to tell what you boring guys.