I write the news You don't know when I lie Real thoughts, real dreams Version of the full-life I try to dance too Despite the music isn't my style I travel or escape I haven't decided yet... all right... Imitation j**ellery in a stylish dress You're wrong if you think you see my actions And you don't even guess the truth This will be my yellow road with nothing to change It is the circulation Circulation of events Dirty lusts, payable feelings Second-hand words Second-hand girlfriends For sale The needless thoughts are wiped My head is clear in the open air Old dreams, tired smiles Some velvet phrase in your mouth I build a cenotaph for the trust I spread desire to the empty-headed people And I laugh and laugh... I'm running and my thoughts are fading away Speed is freedom It reminds me of space Pull-offs along the road Halls are grown dim by smoke Drunkards under the tables Lights on my line - but now I blind