Do not cry Eva cause here don’t have a place
for your woman(?) tears
In the Love street the wind is blowing
through broken panes
Look, beautiful meaning of the truth poets
have squanderred in games
in empty bottles S.O.S
are sending to the world
Ref.
I say good bye to you, now I know
I won’t settle all my urgent affairs
I go there, just there
where they’re waiting for me
I’ve got a few friends for years
I always sing and play for them
I say good bye to you once more
we won’t meet (again)
Prose of life is executioner of the friendship
thin thread is breaking
a television set, futniture, small Fiat (make of a car)
Here is a peak of our dreams
angry years
you are growing on fat
Dough(money) has you in claws
a treason goes from the mouth