The dark day
The dark day
the sun rise about the smoky chimney-wood
nobody can see it
cars are driving
factories become to beehives - full of working people
machines pray for the new working-day
heavy, dark clouds hide the filth on the streets
nobody can see it
it's dark and nobody is there
the sun sets
a signal
people go home
tiered of the long day
tiered of there lives
and tomorrow - the same procedure
