i´m smoking in the window,wind is plaing with white cloudsi thing of you every daybut my minds is for you closedmaybe i´m waiting end of all my worldmy true they understand as liei thing of you every day and every nighti´m going to knock on heavens door but they are locked i don´t want so far to the hell but i must gofar away, far awayi want back to live againi´m smoking in the windowi see your face in every cloudmy mind lives for you every day but your mind is closei wrote poem for you and i know, you are angrybut i know how make smile in your face