The shadows lost their might
Port cranes began to move in morning haze
Ten minutes of the dark before the dawn
It was a long cold night
Nine hours of walking through the city maze
And now it’s time [bad word] back home

Just let the sun wake up and say hello

Standing on the bridge
Waiting for the day
I want to jump and soar like a paper plane
Standing on the bridge
Waiting for the day
I want to jump and soar like a paper plane

I don’t know more than yesterday
And I don’t understand…
Why do I do these desperate things?
Perhaps it’s a lack of saturation
In the universe of black and gray
Searching for the riddles I don’t care of any keys
And nothing matters
Nothing matters but the inspiration...