Every night I find myself on speedy running ways,
And as if somebody leads me to the devlish case.
I'm alone inside the fog and rain that keep me tight.
But I know nobody helps me in this misty night.
Chorus:
Oh, the spleen is in my soul.
Oh, I can not feel and live at all.
So I see only-only-only-only lights of cars,
Only-only-only-only lights of cars...
Thousand of lights -
And they blind my eyes.
I am lonely, I am helpless in the fuss of crime.
I am asking:"What to do?"
But it's no answers' time.
Being the point of Universal chaos of the night,
I am flying in my car from darkness to the light.
Chorus.
Lights Of Cars
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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