Crimes Of Imagination

Rising of the cold morning
Improvement has been written down
The walls are gray so much again
Probably they approach to me
Today I've forgot about
Something that I was thinking everyday
When it hurts: it is good or bad?
If rotten fruit will be tasty?

Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.

What would You feel seeing my mind?
If our pain will be exchange
My suffering for yours
Heaven was turning gray
Now, there's a lack of colours
One day there was a lot of them
The walls wasn't so unfriendly
And pain was strange to us

Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.

Nothing disturbs so much
like those what reminds me storm
Without wind, without rain
My thoughts breaking the trees
Helpful plants
Taking under protection
Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.

Don't think. Don't look around
Don't complicate, just live.