And I used to be A trouble some boy inside me I used to do Many stranger things in my childhood Now I don't know What's happen to me I remember everything When I go to market I remember my poor and rich childhood But I want to change I want to change my life Just to be a good person With love, with my art I want to say Say something Say one thing Say But it's no use I ask to myself Where is my art? Sometimes I want to escape Escape to say… Once I saw a child He look into my eyes That I can see See the answers Answers to my questions Art is not what we can see Art is what we can feel And now I must to say