It’s quite a long your Doors
Did close…
And those who live
Can’t still believe
You also did,
Now just a legend
And an idol,
Jim…
And we got over any given loss
And we could measure every single cost
It’s just a simple life, a routine rider
Expediently done in new environment
The dreams of newer life are cleared on sales…
Illusions cleared away like purple haze* ,
So calm, so tranquilly, without any blaze
We turned bald-headed, paunchy oldies gang…
Hey fellow, right did you expire so young.
*Purple Haze (Сиреневый туман) – вечно живой гимн безумию, созданный другим безвременно ушедшим гением рока Джими Хендриксом. Столь же безумным и столь же Живым, как Моррисон.