Smoke's comming out from factory pipes Mixs with your breath Soars skywards Life full of treasons, life full of hypes Travelling outdoors Have you seen enough?
People get older The world's getting better Days' getting shorter But it doesn't metter to you
Smoke's comming out of your mouth Mixs with my breath Raises me above Colour pencils, blank papers, drafts Travelling outdoors Have you sketched enough?
You're getting older You're getting better Factory pipes are falling down But it doesn't metter To me