Schádzam pochmúrnou ulicou presne tam
Myslím retrospektívou na seba a sám
I see my eyes in the front of you there
I need to tell you many things from my atmosphere
Ako tak idem smerom dole tam
Predstavou otáčam k tebe vlastnú tvár
I try to keep smile against to the street there
I need to tell you many things from my atmosphere
Postavím sa k prvému stĺpu tam
Myšlienku hriešnu v sebe ukrývam
I try to stand but you set me down there
I need to tell you many things from my atmospehere
I try to tell you obviously true
If I get quick shot from you
If there you will cut me down
I´ll lost my ... your sound