I'll Be There

I’ll be there where the fog turns blue

I’ll be there with you and they will be there too

I’m plunging in my room – the space where is so pleasant

With smell of the past and taste of the present

Minds burn under the influence of some crunchy editions

Flight to the station of stress, economy, and wrong positions

I’ll be there where the blue fog touches the skin

In the world where everyone is ill

I’ll be there with you and they will be there too