People, people;
So complicated and so simple;
They walk around on the solid ground
And they smile when they are weeping.

How many souls the Sun has lost?
How many hearts are broken?
It is impossible to know who is broke,
And who is broken?

The ugly concrete will be my leap,
The grey solid sky will be my spine,
The boulders will be my shoulders,
Cold wet cement will be my head.

And I'll be walking in the shadows
through the graveyards, under ladders.
And I"m sorry, I"m afraid I can"t.
Only flowers can break through my head.
They will wave In the wind "Goodbye!".
Wind will whisper to them "Survive!"