I am a stranger here, yes, a stranger,
I don`t like these house and yard.
In my heart I choose a changer
for my new strong start.
Jokes and eternal song
аre not mine.
Where, where is the shoulder bag
(I want to leave, I don`t cry).
Тhis street is boring for me,
but mine is far, far away.
I so want to be free,
but my life is grey.