Slowly walking around,
Looking sad at the crowd,
Memorise times that's left,
Which are saved in the head.
I remember one day,
I was crossing my way,
And I saw the sunshine,
Brightest in the skyline.
Never! Never, ever I can see it again,
Upset is sitting old dog,
This picture's drawn by the pen,
The city's covered by the smog.
The city s covered by the smog
© Copyright: Олег Цымбаленко, 2009
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