At the dawn of new day
I am walking on hollow square,
Kicking garbage away
To the edge of the atmosphere.
I am surrounded by people-ants,
Selfish, heartless, rushing from home to work.
Even the longest winter ends,
Thursday, Friday... Is this the time to perk?
Everybody scent the spring,
Even those bugs,
Crawling out of frozen fields,
And my soul now wants to sing,
Longing for hugs,
Wanting to know how it feels.
At the edge of the noon
I am walking on noisy street,
And continuing to croon,
We collided beneath the sleet.
All the people will not prevent,
Selfish, heartless, rushing from work to home,
They are looking on us askant,
Hiding, lurking, we'll disappear in storm.