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fruits are wrapped in blind newspaper,

who cares what happened if it did yesterday 

children grow up in one summer 

it's kind of game. 

/we got some salmon for lunch   

don't dress it with lemon/

it's already with tear 

don't be that shy, light up your cigarettes

sky dazzles us with its white smear 

and children grow up in one summer

/there is nothing new/

neither under the sun

nor under neon blue flaches of club

such commets are passing by us, beauty, 

I'm telling you that, in one summer,

it may, might, hurt to grow up 

/can't get enough 

from that cherrys' taste. 

I'm a stranger here/ 

flaring red lights reflect from a mirror 

and roof of old lorry. 

children grow up in one summer,

sorry