A man at the seaside and in his hand with cigarette,
Deep thoughts in his eyes and on the water silhouette.
In his left hand 38 calibre black colt cobra,
And 6 stray bullet in it creating an image.
The man is indesicive,his hands are shaking,
This endless coast is like cage for him.
And the man collecting all of his courage,
Put the gun on head for to end his captivity.
Wind blowing last ash of cigarette away,
Sound of gun reflecting from mounts to the way.
And the man is on ground,5 bullets in magazine,
First one fell from roll,lied a man on the ground.
Sound of working old belt of engine in the back,
Dead silence at the coast and wind running on track.