I have a dream I have a scary dream: I want to have one of the fashion sin. I want to smoke or I want to drink. But I`m afraid to lose ability to think.
My hair noither blonde nor black. I can`t stand shooting to the someone's back. I hate the lie, I hate the true. Don`t know what`s better: rock`n`roll or blues?
May be one day my dream come true, May be the flowers will be blue, May be the ground will be black, But I woun't be able to come back.