New York - Round Hills

The silent lantern tries to blind me with muddy light

I should have got lost in the crowd

I’m happy, but I don’t want to hear my voice

Sometimes I’m afraid of any sound

Sudden trouble!

I don’t know how to skip it Perhaps I will leave it for you

Slowing down!

It is time to change my horse

Sobbing, by all means I will shoot

My obsession does not give me rest for a long time

I want all that to become plain

The slanting rain has washed away the only road

In the sky there was a drain

In New York there’s a life still in full swing

Everyone hopes for a prize

Different sounds are heard from everywhere again

Sometimes I’m afraid of seeing my eyes