This city is a
bush of huts
a black stone
Poster glamour
garment swish
soul cemetery
The bus trembles, its joint swings
Hold me, to not get dizzy.
Through the dirty window,
strange smells are
carried inside by the wind.
Female names
former lovers
on the side of the bridge
The feeling push a stop
Toss off the many mistakes
Refrain:
Your heart is full of spam
Colourful arrows hit them by
the mirage of dust world
just soap bubble, nothing else.