A blue sky. And below it, black
silhouettes of big houses.
Yellow, pink, white window panes.
Chains of neon advertisements.
taking and bringing cars in a row.
I'm standing on the sidewalk
just like a little boy
with a raised collar.
Dazzling-bright is the light of the lantern
on the cars , which are coming in a row.
The ones that are leaving,
stoplights are shining so
that I feel like I don't have a home.
I want to go with them!
everyone where to go!
The little boy doesn't think: he feels.
Something wants to get out,
something wants to get out,
but the throat is like a closed yunnel .
I'm a little boy,
I'm just starting to understand:
everything that comes blinds our eyes.
Seeing the taillights, we want to go,
but then we already
we missed it.
A little boy stands
like an incomprehensible desire,
hair blown by hundreds of winds.
Sleeping in the lights of the main street
life in the peace of the stone city.