Sensors are installed to measure the
spring under the bust.
Inside of March crazy cry
echoes the rubber.
The spring which ram memories of a man
the strong variable, defiant.
How shy can not be angry
a truck driver, the world's roads.
They have no place in you never
in a fallen angels.
What if the phone would give the clarion call of the spring,
the Kitee far from the desert would bring me.