where? where? where do we go? to the light of high lamps where? those people, fallen from the roofs lay motionlessly laughing, but sobbing inside run to the edge We will be afraid inside And I am afraid not to be afraid of death Someones calling out of the window come home! I stumble.... I break the bones of disappointed light is dimming in the sky I need, the Light!
afraid, motionlessly, sobbing, dimming, disappointed