My Friend Slobodane

Where could we take that train ?
A simple travel to self-esteem?
Where could we find that sun?
Here we're stuck to neon-tubes

I used to see you calm and quiet
Appearance is made for self-defence
Now, you play the B-side
You can’t keep anger locked longer inside
Here is a salvation doping chemically clocked
Crisis means catharsis(if we realise where wе are)

Even if yestеrday was a rainy day
Work today
For metamorphosis
All things in your life aren't collapsed yet