You are sitting home
You are all alone
There is no one here to claim your own
You are sitting home
You are all alone
No one will come to say hello
You are sitting home
You are all alone

There is no light in her window
Does it mean she is not at home?
Does it mean she is with boyfriend?
Whom she doesn’t even love

Maybe she just has a sleep
Maybe she is on her study

It doesn’t matter
If you are a poet
It doesn’t matter
If you are the one
Who can’t be blamed
In the surrounded chaos
But blames himself
In all surrounded crimes

She changed her smile
To the tears on her eyes
Because in this sunny days
She has to stay at home
She has to wait…

How good that I do not afraid to die
and do not ask, how hard my sacrifice,
that do not cringe before you judges
in the misgiving of unknown miles
that lived and loved, without collecting bad

leaves fall down, cover the ground,
just a wind, can not calm down,
softly speaking with a cloud,
above concrete city ground,

every night, they speak about,