FADED COLORS

ur my comrade
iam ur friend
keep away the weapon

iamm a poor man
troubles in mind

but i like
i like revolution

but where our
digging blood dissolving

i just speaking
what in front life
and what inside me

rain bow
stars
i feel to sing
feel to love

i amm waiting friends soul
who died in wrong periods

comrade i cant
mind on ur aim

mind is a scrambled one
there is only faded colors

ur my comrade
iamm your friend
keepp away weapons from me