New York

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