Barunka Left

                                  Red trams  

Squeaking so much at the stops  

Sparkling their electric horns  

They have got those chill inner lights  

As well as those immobile figures  

Crestfallen bodies walking fast  

In silence, giving out vapor 

Avoiding stepping on the snow  

I don't, I like its "crack" 

Hating the whole life we've got to pass through  

I tried so hard spending time with someone who could  

Hear my voice beyond my voice but that's not real  

Because they always smile too much  

They smile too much to be sincere  

That's what it seems to me  

Unless I lock my door  

Facing the other world  

Sharing flight with those kind birds