I'd like to see the sky, 
Pure and deep,
I'd like to feel the winds passing-by,
But will fail my trip.

You will say, I lost my soul, 
I'm giving up without honor and pain,
My life costs as coal
I'm  surrendering and fleeing again.

You can think what you want,
And I'll respond as I can,
Without any regrets I"ll "fuck you off",
And will remain a man.

All, what I  wish,
Is to be drunk as fish,
And forget the event"s chain
Of "every-day"s" rain.

No sorrow? No ambitions?
Just, you won't understand,
How I want to see the sky,
Pure and deep,
How I want to feel the winds passing-by,
And finish my trip.
								18.08.09 2:30.