Running races with the cables
The train is flying to my mother
And I am missing my folks
I don't understand, why?
The sphere of oranges unsettles me,
It can't burn any more
And I am setting the lobby on fire
I'm dancing samba
And everyone cheers up.
She is reading Nabokov on the metro
I am sitting near, connected threads
I've proven what's most important to mother.
At the end of the craziest race
At the heart of the crater
I am hiding myself in angles
I am going to my mother's with you.
After my stories,
The sea got angry
But someone invented dry land
And it became better in and of itself.