I met her in the city park It was a few hours after dark I held a rock right in my hand She said: Oh, boy, this is the end! I chased her through the blooming trees No time to think, no time to breathe Until she fall and broke her neck No time for turning back to say:
I’m sorry, but I have to go right now
And there she lied down on the ground The planet stopped spinning around The moon shined gray, the sky was red Deploring that beauty was dead I shrugged my shoulders in the dark And walked away from mellow park I lightened up a cigarette There was one thing that I have said: