2018.03.17.
Grey evening
Grey eveninga complain covers the sky
your woman smile
the distance of your body
Grey evening
whores and skinny guys pass
the sound of the wind pass
the distance of your body
Empty plaza
just dry trees
some old children
still dare to play
Empty plaza
just dry trees
some new birds
still dare to play
And in the stairways
where we're so close
nobody will find us
No, no, no, no, no, no
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