Clock isn't heard there.
Even shade isn't seen there.
Not everyone can be there
Flowers isn't smelled there.
People that could come back -
God helped them.
People that came back- winners.
But there are neither a little of them nor a lot
Paint for me circle by hand
And tell me what you see there
If you say that see nothing
I won't be offended for it
Close your eyes with your hands
And feel that it's much.
And you won't be able to wish
Another way for you.
We will close windows there.
We will close windows there.
We will close windows there.
We will close windows there.
Town.
There is silence.
There isn't scary.
Open your eyes and see.