When the impatience is lonely
I want a sense of acquaintance
I get back with a new poem
The world of roofs I read quietly
With all my problems I get away with this way
The whole world under Pamam and I know what I want
Above
It looks like Abra
I have the feeling
The best sense of the world
Above
It looks like Abra
I have the feeling
The best sense of the world
My heart in my fist
Now here
Its okay
Can it be bad tomorrow
My heart in my fist
Now here
Its okay
Can it be bad tomorrow
Here next to the moon and the star
Away from the ground and the heart is no longer sad.
With a new poem of hearts restless
No matter what tomorrow