Night was beautiful, sidewalk shined, street left a vapor after the rain.
Thought was clear. Palms slapped.
Piece of fence got into pliers, three murderers walked along in the dark, someone stood in their way.
They remained calm, just one shot.
The red flower grew on bedgown.
I couldn't look. She fell without any sound.
An inch behind the fence, life fought with death, person laid in the grass.
If only miracle would happen and god took mercy upon withering flower.
Life vanished and three murderers walked along.
Its like that these days, no feelings. Shot woke me up, who's shotting there?
Where is she? Hope shes not outside.
Floor was cold, siren moaned, only if it was a dream. Its just a dream.
I know now that luck is expensive and we have to pay for it.
And those three cursed men, which threw a plan in a tavern, how to do the revenge.
For my happiness, for my luck.
I'm polishing my pistol, time to took it out.
Carefully in clout - its logical.
I will dash alone against the drift, through the tearful path to the edge.
To the stars.
Walking towards tribunal to apply load on Libras, for beauty I'm walking, to shoot the paradise.
