Kinds of persons

He used to dance with you
In greener grass covered by dew
One day that floor changed its hue
It smelled like lymph and soil too
He met a gypsy child next to entrance to the cemetery
She glared at his face, then gave him some dustily diary
There was a picture of human and nature’s destiny
Then all those letters disappeared
He took off his hat, he was blue
Hatred and pride depends on view
People were strange, he knew
Would like to be with you
He met a gypsy child next to entrance to the cemetery
She glared at his face, then gave him some dustily diary
There was a picture of human and nature’s destiny
Then all those letters disappeared