Cold night
Your memories are not disturbing me...

In a street with only a single house
There is no street light...

Death never invited you
But you invited the death with pleasure...

Blue, white and grey
Unpredictable sky...

Where is the humanity?
i think the richers killed it...

Since you left me
I am afraid to smell my garden flowers...

A Beautiful candle is melting,
in the name of prostitute...

The first drop of tear
like the dew on a flower...

6.45 PM, almost 40km
I am out of the city...

Difficult to understand
the human imagination...

You treated my love
Like a doll in the baby's hand...

You gave me a new smell in my life
like a smell after the rain...