Have you ever feel The Pain?
Birds of prey are not the angels.
You consider with the rain,
Cause the rain don’t ask the strangers.
All I found was the pain.
I was my imagination.
-Tell me why? – I said again.
-Don’t disturb me, stop your action!
-Don’t disturb you? Yes, I do!
But my soul looked around –
When I was the youngest too,
My receipt was simple pound.
Dreams like birds, they fly away,
I remembered you told,
But my City more, then gray,
And my home more, then cold …