With strong cigarettes
And heart as a wing
I leave always
Like a grown child
Who has seen everything
As it were a movie
With changed voice
So as not to feel ashamed and it becomes obvious
I whisper
And I blow the smoke
With a little bit of anger
Because I never, never
Don't finish what I begin.
And the roads are wet
What did they learn
From me? What?
As if I kept
The secrets
So that they will remain secrets.
With strong cigarettes
A dive in the deep
And I float
Even if it is not right,
Whatever I think of
I will always say
With changed voice
Outsretched rope
To step
And I inhale the smoke
With a little bit of anger
Because I can never do
What I want to begin doing
And the roads are wet
What did they learn
From me? What?
As if I kept
The secrets
So that they will remain secrets.