Following a passion
to a drifty american flag
proudly standing on a hill
it`s kind of ironic look

Remembering times
of her far-away look
Travelling to the final
Travelling to the ultimate
to the bottom chamber (of Secrets?)

I have seen so many towers
in a foreign world
funny - any of them can`t settle
with her long legs
a pair of scyscrapers
God, forgive me if I touched the skies!

now only clouds cover our faces

Touch of my mother land
is the only one
which can satisfy me
Even if I`m burried
I`m gonna kiss her sweet lips
from the underground

Every morning I stop my breath
to hear birds singing
before it`s deafened by the fight
Every afternoon is a kind of retirement
I wish to be a pensioner

What a beautiful picture
walking in the green fields of grass
with a dog on a string

They say: Keep smiling...