You can't shoot somewhere
I know the days will always be like this.
What about the neighbor, what a relative,
What a friendly, sit-down drink .. Loneliness is not here.
In thought, in memory and wish.
Which stone should you remove? If you do,
One lip on the floor, one lip in the sky.
I don't know how much color, how much.
Anyone who mow knives for years.
It's a dress, it's narrow.
What kind of secret did not understand,
Who is joking with us like this,
Which pocket of loneliness ...