New York — Round Hills

New York

Verse

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

Chorus

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

Verse

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