In the artificial fog I noticed the road There stood a man in the middle of it I recognized him, it's my neighbour Simple son of a bitch The primitive grimace is manifest in his face Is shows the wish of emotional gratification I recognized him, it's my neighbour Simple son of a bitch Desire of higher experiences He reduced to depths of his emotional depression Irrational fog is not enough for him to hide His helplessness in relation to growing psychic pressure And his choice of the road meet with responce Of his personal tragedy. My tragedy.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
