The shadows lost their might Port cranes began to move in morning haze Ten minutes of the dark before the dawn It was a long cold night Nine hours of walking through the city maze And now it’s time to come back home
Just let the sun wake up and say hello
Standing on the bridge Waiting for the day I want to jump and soar like a paper plane Standing on the bridge Waiting for the day I want to jump and soar like a paper plane
I don’t know more than yesterday And I don’t understand… Why do I do these desperate things? Perhaps it’s a lack of saturation In the universe of black and gray Searching for the riddles I don’t care of any keys And nothing matters Nothing matters but the inspiration...