LYRICS

A man without memories, home and without luck,
expect some penny in dusty cap.
quiet corner stands outdated and
alone and begging for a crust of bread.
night falls on the stations, there awakes from
scream arriving.
how he seeks a smile strange, how
looking hot word, how.

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You bum ceiling is your sky.
you guest wind crude.
tomorrow you will go where
is the kingdom of eternal love.
you bum, carpet are your leaves .
moment you’re here minute episode.
you-poor and wretched of the earth.
Know happier life is another.

vulnerable as a child, with a look of monk,
so thirsty for love and a handful of laughter.
He runs away from himself,
nastahnal of this world,
solitary, poor, unknown.
How does he seek a foreign smile, looking
how hot word, how.

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