Do you think of me
Smoking a cigarette
You call it a failure.
Without seeing the letter, you read the newspaper.
He is angry with himself,
Because you don’t know me.

You can’t go away from the window.
You look like me.
You won’t do anything
This pain will not go away.

Alcohol does not disappoint
Anasha will not save.
That’s the life of the barricade
Destroys the SOUL!