I close my eyes a little to

To the line of cigarettes' smoke

Wind blows my eye lids and I feel cool and feel the noises

Its color would be blue bright one

My only guitar one-seven-five

My left hand held it casually

A pick on my right hand's thumb, flipping the six-strings slowly

It sounds cool, pick-up front so nice

Canned beer, let's take and look up full moon

It's getting now more reddish, yeah, yellow moon

I fall in sulky sleeping as usual, I'll do so too tomorrow and next year's today

It will be fine tomorrow, but

I don't know how would be my mind

Breathing deeply and out fully, I take a shower in dim light

Then all I have to do is sleep

If those I said would be day dream, and then

You and me still be together now in purely room

I fall in sulky sleeping as usual, I will do it

In my dream I could be with you

Canned beer, let's take and look up full moon

It's getting now more reddish, yeah, yellow moon

I fall in sulky sleeping as usual, I will do it

In my dream I could be with you