So many lights, I can't follow you.
So many sounds that you're drowned in.
Don't act like this town hadn't swallowed you.
So many lights, I can't follow you.
Bearing a cross on my back like a bag.
Marlboro lights in my mouth like a gag.
Swiss is my heart, but this hole is new.
So many lights, I can't follow you.
Don't I look stange in this careless crowd?
Purposeless faces, but voices are loud.
Why did I let these roads borrow you?
So many lights, I can't follow you.
So many lives, I can't get to you.
So many streets I have wandered through.
Wish at least some would have led to you.
So many lives, I can't get to you.
I can t get to you
© Copyright: Артем Хабипов, 2016
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