The GROTTO. Stalker (№ 317629)

On a lonely stop is empty, the street Gypsies lived.
The winding and dark path was that you are so drawn here?
All the past let's cut this, these demons are lying on the dump,
But nights my seaside visits from the past Stalker.
It was me, with a hood children's eyes and black eyebrows.
This kid never asks him not to bring pressure on the conscience.
This whole world is wild and snarling, it is empty, like a scorched island.
Only you are, stranger, stranger, but only near an adult.