The Suspicious One
The ancient smell of books,
The fresh sound of rain -
The suspicious one looks
For something on train.
Hunched people in queues,
Souls that are full of pain,
And no - nobody knows
Why he has blueness in vein.
Well, because...
Sometimes he fiercely throws
His heart, burning flame,
To the down-down floors -
To the Far-far away...
