Milocovik Bitter Olum
Bitter plum
Through the night
Found some gin
Feels alright
Ain’t figure it out
Things that bored
And the time is better
Than before
Dream away
She plays with the air
Dream away
Smelling dreams and colors
Then she is dancing with the stairs
Colors talk to her
Pink, brown, green, gray
What fascinates her is violet, bitter plum