Words are evolving in
Labyrinth the wrong channel
Nothing is spared to see
In the dust of art gallery
Nothing is spared to know
In all genre of arts
I sit unmindfully
In little attic of sense

My streets, my world are red-blue lamps
I flow in the shivering lights of shackles

My streets, my world are red-blue lamps
I flow in the shivering lights of shackles
My crying is the lonely night
Thinking over wrong and right
Lonely Voyager of the spring
Make me drowned and make me flown

Smashing of morn and evening
Make me feeble and so tiring
I’m engulfed I’m shattered
A thousand hurdles make me boring

Fly the errors in your skies
Set me in all darkness
I’m eternal in my line
All will be lost on world of mine

I’ve got the morn and night
Consciousness is in the fight
Let my sky be red and blue
This eye will give you a clue