Little city is sleeping
No more lights anywhere
On the edge you were sitting
Saying life is unfair
The lights are off
The music is on
Flowers in my hands
They make me feel fabulous
High tea in the afternoon
Coffee in the evening
Trying to make something good
Trying to experience my feelings
This feeling is named empty
Which means this city is
Just nothing but a lies
Where we are die
Five minutes of nothing
Just a numerous of empty words
Trying to keep going
Keeping, keeping and keeping, holding swords
In my hands
Reading Brodsky and Nabokov,
Singing Jopling and Cobain,
The things I’m trying to understand
And to become the biggest fan of…
Give me camera and 00’s
Give me drugs and 90’s
Give me music and 80’s
Give me nothing and 70’s