How to live here?
My head is full of rubbish,
And I fill a glass.
Turn on the sounds,
That will unite us.
Notes are everywhere
And I do not know, how to live here.
The flat becomes blurred.
I'm falling in the dusty hole,
Losing a ticket for my gole.
But this time hope will not die -
I don`t want to cry.
The soul's hysterically shouting
Louder than my ma.
In the kitchen kettle's boiling
In a unison with a car.
Behind the wall the boys scream
In the silence about a dream.
Outside there are some lights
On the bench a person writes.
While at home he is a rough,
The university gives him a scarf.
Things go year to year.
People start family everywhere.
And children, they give to the world,
Disappear without a word.
Our time is running out.
Father is in a hurry throughout
His whole life,
Occasionally closing an eye.
So, how to live here?
I'd like to be aware.
