Neon nights, some blank stares.
I hide strange thoughts,
The city is cold when you are alone...
The breath is short,
The fear is greater when you wake up.
Everything disappears,
Everything has become cold like this night.
Remembering images from a dream...Nineties.
Cold sweat pours over me, I wake up.
A century passes, I think time is the judge of everything.
I dream awake at night,
I light candles to drive away the darkness.
The last round.
The streets ring with footsteps.
I hear the sounds of drums,
The fast rhythm of the years is behind us.
Remembering images from a dream...the 90s.
A cold sweat pours over me, I wake up.

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