A beauty that making the moon turn around the earth

Nothing to say

Im going away, child



Other toun, a stillness of blind

A bearded advicing me to keep it all in my mind

Empty inside,

a peace of mind died



Flowers fields in just pink and white,

a ruins of grass that was turning to burial site

What is this place,

an outcome of fight?



Incense lines, cultural signs

Passengers smiling, see on their faces lies

Nothing received,

now I'll just leave



Through the wind, to overcome that

A terrified yowling that comes through the children's bad

" Cry my baby, cry "

" You will be fine "



Dreaming on storks and free open wide

An eye getting open, im swapping the side

" Cry my baby, cry "

I sad and smiled