where? where? where do we go? to the light of high lamps where? 1 those people, fallen from the roofs lay motionlessly laughing, but sobbing inside run to the edge 2 We will be afraid inside And I am afraid not to be afraid of death 3 Someone's calling out of the window "come home!" I stumble.... I break the bones of disappointed 4 light is dimming in the sky I need//////The Light!!!