And I used to be
A trouble some boy inside me
I used to do
Many stranger things in my childhood
Now I don't know
What's happen to me
I remember everything

When I go to market
I remember my poor and rich childhood
But I want to change
I want to change my life
Just to be a good person
With love, with my art

I want to say
Say something
Say one thing
Say

But it's no use
I ask to myself
Where is my art?
Sometimes I want to escape

Escape to say…

Once I saw a child
He look into my eyes
That I can see
See the answers
Answers to my questions
Art is not what we can see
Art is what we can feel
And now I must to say