This summer will [bad word] to the end,
Time for fun on the [bad word] land.
In August all of us will decay,
Now is time of dreadful holiday.

The yellow train is filled by shouts,
It’s like a delayed action bomb.
I hear the voices and they operate me.
Its dreadful holidays, I want to be free.

This water clears my essence,
This sun dehydrates my brains,
This air smothers me,
Its dreadful holidays, I want to be clear!

This night will [bad word] to the end,
It’s like walk with the living dead,
It’s like circus with the stupid dolls,
When you dance on your own bones.

July, 2009