I write the news
You don't know when I lie
Real thoughts, real dreams
Version of the full-life
I try to dance too
Despite the music isn't my style
I travel or escape
I haven't decided yet... all right...
Imitation j**ellery in a stylish dress
You're wrong if you think you see my actions
And you don't even guess the truth
This will be my yellow road with nothing to change
It is the circulation
Circulation of events
Dirty lusts, payable feelings
Second-hand words
Second-hand girlfriends
For sale
The needless thoughts are wiped
My head is clear in the open air
Old dreams, tired smiles
Some velvet phrase in your mouth
I build a cenotaph for the trust
I spread desire to the empty-headed people
And I laugh and laugh...
I'm running and my thoughts are fading away
Speed is freedom
It reminds me of space
Pull-offs along the road
Halls are grown dim by smoke
Drunkards under the tables
Lights on my line - but now I blind