La dreapta...la stanga...inainte...inapoi...trecere...semafor...rosu...verde....galben...stai....hai...de trei ori...maine...da...nu...cateodata...bine
Si sa-ti arunci ochii...sa ti se rostogoleasca pe podea....sa-i vad cum sar incercand sa-mi urmareasca miscarile...sa clipeasca frenetic..sa se scurga si sa doara de atata privit...Sa se opreasca timid in tocul usii iar eu sa-i azvarl afara..
I don't have words to tell my fear And there is so much more I feel It is a sort of guilt and blame Combined with terror and despair Precisely why I cannot say I'm almost dying out of shame...