Suddenly lost in another dimension,
Where nobody knows his situation,
Lost human being with no address
Living somewhere with no stress
Bringing with him soulmate friends
To find new beginning, and connect loose ends
Somewhere in Paris or maybe in Rome
Walking on streets like a friendly phantom
Drinking best wines in bad neighborhoods
With strangers who live here since childhood
Feeling vulnerable and constantly drunk
Irresponsible like a young punk
But, comfortable in another dimension
With love and attention, with no apprehension
Walking on streets like a friendly phantom
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2016
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