Unstable winds blow and stops again.
Screaming above my head a crow
Does it call my disaster or warns me?
It cannot speak that, how can I know?
I'm wandering between the ruins,
It blows outside, indecisive winds...
The street is singing its own song
In a turmoil , trash cans are full.
No matter how much people eat
Still hungry soul.
When did I first start to journey?
How many days, how many months
Maybe a year.
Anymore I don't know.
I don't know anymore,
Where is paradise, where's inferno...
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